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Jan 2018
His fingers are foolish
His provocative smile
His deadly warm breath strikes

Oh how he pulls me closer a bit every time

Not too much - not too less - he likes to take it slow
Yet he lingers in all the right place
Making me yearn for it more

Ran fingers across my chest
Making me weak to my knees'
Oh how he spun my whole world

between a glance and a kiss

Where the whole world stopped - for the briefest of times'
He witnessed my destruction
I'm addicted to hurting my love
Make me suffer !

I'm ready for redemption'
If I was a poet
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If I was a poet  24/F/Bangladesh.
(24/F/Bangladesh.)   
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     Ernesto Estefan
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