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Sep 2013
We’ve never touched
But god how I feel
Your hands all over my skin
The smooth glide of your kiss
Along the column of my throat
Feel your body
Pressed tightly to mine

Your very presence
Scalds me

It’s palpable, pleasurable
Painful

Like everyone else is a whimper
And you’re the gale force wind
It’s a mania, an obsession

Thoughts of you spiraling
Up and around, in and out
Caressing my every moment
Like the lover I need you to be
S Immele
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S Immele
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