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Feb 2012
I want his hands on my body
Holding me down rough

I want his soft tender kisses
that never seem enough

I want his strong hugs
that I long to get lost in

I want his charming banter
that quickly turns into sin

I want his demands
And I want them now

I want to meet them
And then take a bow

I want his mind and his heart
Although he's scared for that to start

I want him to want me
Like he once did

I want him to realise
I'm his and to bid
Nameless
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Nameless  London
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   Melissa S and ---
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