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Jan 2016
Every time I hear them talk about you
I perk up,
I listen closely,
My sweaty palms shake against
The firm hold I have upon my legs,
I crave you
in my mind,
in my body,
in my heart.
My body shuts off,
The need to fulfill,
The desire to breathe you in, swallow you down
This battle never seems to fade,
All by the simple sounds of your name,
I'm hooked once again.
Drifting Down
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Drifting Down
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