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Jan 2017
The room is cloudy
His breath is heavy
His hands are strong
so strong

My skin takes in every electric pulse from his fingers
His lips line my jaw, his breath in my ear
Shock waves riding right along my every nerve

Just. Right. *There.
Deeee
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   Mr Himel and Doug Potter
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