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Sep 2012
I can’t help but think
if we were together and a particular song came on
that I would kiss you,
or let you kiss me.
How nice it would be
to feel your hands on my body
grabbing me
gripping me
working their way through my hair
your lips wet and hot on mine.
We’d kiss sweetly, briefly
or in some instances with unparalleled hunger.
I’d be on top of you, wanting your clothes off and your skin against mine
and I don’t mean it to sound raunchy or *****.
There wouldn't be anything wrong about touching you
the way that you want.
Nothing at all.
Sirens
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Sirens  New York
(New York)   
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