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May 2019
Gentle fingers that touched me from bottom to the top
trying to ******* to you without a slop;
inch by inch.. moment by moment...
not worried if I am committing a sin that has no atonement..
my eyes yearning for your mesmerizing hazelnut eyes;
my nose trying to sense your manly cologne,
and my heart surreptitiously trying to listen to your breath..
a moment that I can die for or the only reason to live for..
Everything disappeared, when I regained my senses
to realize that you are miles apart with someone else..
And here I am still struggling to be not myself..
Written by
Taylor - Sweety  F/Seattle
(F/Seattle)   
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