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Mar 2012
My body
warm against
your naked back...

as your curves
mould gently
fitting mine
drawing
me close.

The scent of your hair
and sheet warmed skin
arrousung
my inner beast
my primevil needs.

Morning arises in your
willing smile
as we
slow dance to our own beat...

once more.
Written by
DieingEmbers
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