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Jan 2018
Shy
I lay beside his sleeping form.
My body, fully awake and wanting.
The craving between my thighs
is so strong its haunting.

My mouth opens but no words come out.
I will him to wake and touch me.
In the end its not his fault.
I'm the one that must set me free.
Jessica Lima
Written by
Jessica Lima  Las Vegas
(Las Vegas)   
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