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Oct 2012
It's like a dance,
All arms and legs,
Lips and nails,
Turning and lifting;
Every movement is in sync,
Every heart beat is a little faster then the last.
He has this taste,
Sin and love,
It's intoxicating,
I'm drunk in the sensations,
I just can't stop.
When he whispers in my ear that he loves me,
My head goes spinning,
This feels like a fairytale,
Then when I think I'm done,
His hands are on me again,
His touch tears me apart,
He has me,
I only want to be with him,
Just like this,
Every day until I die.
R A Sanders
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