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Mar 2016
Your body pressed against mine.
Breath hot, panting against my neck.
One...
  Two...
    Three...
Your rhythm speeds up, and your panting heavier now.
                         Nails;
I dig them into to your skin and your hands wrap around my neck and
One...
  Two...
   Three...
You lay still next to me, sweaty and catching your breath.
                        Its done.
And I was only good for the moment.
One...
  Two...
    Three...
You're fast asleep.
Jenovah
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Jenovah  USA
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