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Sep 2013
I'm trying to fight the urges...
but I just want to feel your skin..
bare and bold against my ...Stress...
*** relieve the tension...
Please ****** my flesh...
I'm a sucker for passion....
and the taste of your breast...
My desires I try to ration...
But they're too many to compress...
Temptress You are Woman...
Man we just follow...
Its in our nature to be near you...
For You were made for fellow...
I smell pheromones in the air blowing off your hair...
and I'm just fiend for a taste...
hands below the.... wait...
will you let me...
Fall into the sin...
Because if you're just as weak as me...
Then that drop will begin...
and Here it will be morning...
your breast against my chest...
You drool below my shoulder..
luscious thighs cover my body like a blanket...
as we are caught naked...
And them I'm left to wonder how many times have you fell weak...
Because I mentioned my urges were many....
But you haven't said a word as you lie under red sheets...
All inside my arms...tomorrow will you be?
because I trying to fight the urges...
But why are you fighting me...
Written by
Quentin Briscoe
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