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Aug 2013
Your breath caught up in your throat
and mine hot against your cheek,
our bodies fit perfectly together,
your skin is my new drug,
my new addictive sin.
We work our way through the night
with breathless moans
and soundless pants,
skin touching skin
and one thing only in our minds,
we want more.
sailor
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