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Apr 2018
Kiss me
let the hunger run through your throat into mine, with eyes swallowing all that makes us different, with hands that can't be satisfied and hearts that won't stop beating
**** me
but leave the touching till dusk, with the simple words cutting cleaner, the silences, the looks, let the footsteps away do the talking never looking back and never say sorry
Love me
fists raised in the sunlight, as our legs wrap around bikes and our mouths each other, don't lead me astray without walking in your footsteps


Leave me
Oskar Erikson
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Oskar Erikson  24/M/London
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