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May 2019
I don't want
             ***  with  you,
                         I
         want all the things
                       that
               lead up to it.
           the slow kissing,
                  then the
          passionate kissing,
                  then the
              pulling closer,
           the  neck  kisses,
              the grabbing,
                    biting,
             heavy breathing,
                  grinding,
         the  pauses  while  you
             catch your breath,
                     feeling
                one   another.  

                    Oh my.

                 Then  ***.
I'll make you scream out my name...
     till it drives me insane,
         and then we both
      lay spent on the bed.
                     and
                Don't you
       even  think  that  I'm
                 done
                with you yet.                                                   Jon York   2019
Jon York
Written by
Jon York  Arma, Kansas
(Arma, Kansas)   
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       ---, Weeping willow, Bogdan Dragos and Fawn
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