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Feb 2015
i crave the taste of your tongue on my sweat-speckled skin
as you run your hands down my body
and pull me in harder

grabbing. moaning. scratching.

I have no control
over what my body is doing
when it's under your spell
Written by
justaspeck  South Africa
(South Africa)   
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