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I inch closer towards the heat of your breath that whispers across my lips its beckoning giggling tugging mischievous delicious this heat It is all that exists in this moment I have to have it I put a fingertip into this fire I burn And it’s strange that want to burn I have to burn We play I touch your face You press my waist When my lips should meet your lips I turn and let them taste the skin nearest Ha-ha I know you'll get back at me for that later We dance Away and forward And then the play stops I have to have you And I know you feel it too I feel the urgency in your touch In the way your breathing has changed In the way time and space have stopped It’s just you and me Us Our lips Waiting to touch, to combust We hear no sound We see nothing And then you're mine In your lips I find the scorching fire I have silently been pleading for It burns me and I want more It’s our lips making love And we dance once more Demanding, giving, rebuking, thanking No conversation can surpass this It is our masterpiece You and me Us We have created this.
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Sep 29, 2013
Sep 29, 2013 at 1:06 PM UTC
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I inch closer towards the heat of your breath that whispers across my lips its beckoning giggling tugging mischievous delicious this heat It is all that exists in this moment I have to have it I put a fingertip into this fire I burn And it’s strange that want to burn I have to burn We play I touch your face You press my waist When my lips should meet your lips I turn and let them taste the skin nearest Ha-ha I know you'll get back at me for that later We dance Away and forward And then the play stops I have to have you And I know you feel it too I feel the urgency in your touch In the way your breathing has changed In the way time and space have stopped It’s just you and me Us Our lips Waiting to touch, to combust We hear no sound We see nothing And then you're mine In your lips I find the scorching fire I have silently been pleading for It burns me and I want more It’s our lips making love And we dance once more Demanding, giving, rebuking, thanking No conversation can surpass this It is our masterpiece You and me Us We have created this.
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maryan-p
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Sep 29, 2013
Sep 29, 2013 at 1:06 PM UTC
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