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May 2018
Its 2am
And I’m awake
Thinking about your body
Next to mine,
It's the middle of winter
And I’m so ******* cold,
All I want
Is your body
Next to me
Holding me
And touching me,
Your touch sends electricity
Through my veins,
I get a shock of excitement
And terror
Every time you run your hand
Across my body,
Your touch is something I crave
But I’m scared you won’t like
What you touch,
Even though I know
You are running your hand over my side
Because you are in love
With my curves,
No matter what though
Your skin pressed against mine
Is always all I need,
It gives me comfort
And safety from the outside world,
It’s 2am
I’m falling asleep
Dreaming about your body
Devan Ducasse
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Devan Ducasse  18/F/Ontario, Canada
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