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May 2012
Our gazes meet
Sizzle
Alone in a sea of people
My pulse picks up
Pure. Liquid. Intensity.
*****. **** me hard promises in a heated exchange
My sparkling laughter attracts your attention
You want it
I bite my lips through conversation
Knowing you can taste me on the air
Feeling your eyes burn into mine
Tingles race up my spine
You set me on fire
Weaving slow through the crowd
Herding me into a corner of shadows
Soft curves fill your palms
Fitting perfectly
Hot, urgent breath on my neck
"Give into me"
Pushing your throbbing length against my tender flesh
You drive me crazy
But I am a monster
Taking and breaking wherever I go
Just when our mouths touch
Already panting into the air between us
I start to fade into your memory
The unattainable
Always just out of reach
Wanderer
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Wanderer  Between Midnight and 3am
(Between Midnight and 3am)   
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