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Oct 2012
Your hands slid up
To my waist,
Slip-sliding across my skin.
Your face buried
In my hair
You breathe me in.
You edge closer
Bringing us both to
The brink of insanity.
I feel your breath caressing me,
Your lips soothing me,
But the sound you made drives me forward-

I grip your hair as I bring you
Close
I kiss you
Hard
But your mouth soothes me
So instead...

We float away
Written by
Samhain LongQuiet
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