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Aug 2016
Velvet to the touch,
the beads of sweat on your skin taste like sin.
The weight of you pressed up against me,
hands above my head, begging for no mercy.
Hold me like you love me,
but make me moan me like you need me.
Need me to want you, feel you,
touch you in all of the places that ache.
Writhing above me, moans cross your lips
as I move my hips to your rhythm.
Our tongues dance; you taste like candy
and cigarettes.
Fill me with what you know I want.
Give me that high that I crave whenever
our bodies brush against one another.
You electrify my core.
Written by
Meghan Fellows
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