everything within me calls out to you
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my thighs burn with flames growing nightly
your head fits between them perfectly with my hand resting peacefully in your hair
my hands vacant without yours
my ******* lack the little memories you like to leave on them
my tears too scared to fall without the safety of your fingers caressing them
my stomach an easel for your hand tracings and a pillow for your head
oh how we laugh when it growls
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your name begs on its knees to be called in every sentence i say
my words long to fit around it, be its mold
your lips have teased me with that crooked smirk and that tongue peaking out with the most mischievous intentions
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come.