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Sep 2020
Let me sit on your lap,
my legs around your
waist.

Your hands tracing
my back, tugging
at my hoodie.
Reaching my neck,
fingers tangled in my hair.

One palm cupping my
cheek,
Your thumb leaving caresses,
on my lips, jaw,
everywhere.

Your eyes hold mine,
and my breaths come
in sharp bursts

Move in to kiss my lips
Adorn my neck instead.
Pepper me with kisses
Pamper me, into becoming
a spoilt brat

Hear me sigh into
your ears.
Hear me whisper,
"Can we do this
all the time?"
little fantasies
Kyra Embers
Written by
Kyra Embers  17/F
(17/F)   
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   Bogdan Dragos
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