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Nov 2019
I walk around on air, when I'm inhaling your name
My confidence your handbag, carrying it to new heights,
Your smile intoxicating, to you I'm willingly enslaved

We have no safe word.

Our hearts, eternally burning with love
Our lust
Forever en-flamed.
When your passion burns like the scorching sun
Your hands always reaching for one another
******* a marathon
We forever on the run.
Written by
Faizel Farzee  34/M/South Africa
(34/M/South Africa)   
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