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Oct 4
a car floor, her, and me-
her hands, my pants, slowly-
A rhythm I’ve only ever imagined,
a look in her eyes of satisfaction-
her arms, her shoulders,
gaining traction,
tighter and tighter
and I trust her-
Two breaths, both rocketing
her something inside of me.
Written by
Acora  18/F
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