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Oct 2016
I don't want soft
I want it rough
crossing the line
going deeper than deep enough
make your heart speed up
beating against your chest
the pace racing as we speed up
our bodies kneading each other
the way we need us
pictures speak a thousand words less than touch
feeling what you are feeling I can never get enough
addicted to the addiction of wanting your body so much
take my time enjoying the moment as we chase the rush
Written by
Styles  NYC
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