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Apr 2020
The warmth creeps in
You holding me tight
Over my body
You take control
Eyes are locked
You become a part of me

Your name is on my lips
Your hands are on my hips
We are dancing
You are leading

I open my eyes
For when the dance is over
A look at the cold and empty side of my bed
Wishing for you to take me over
Over and over
Over and over
Written by
dailythoughts
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