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Sep 2013
I want your warmth to fill me up to the brink of extinction
your heavy breathing down my neck
Bare chest heaving, in spirals of dreams I used to call fantasies
I want what I'm cursed to never grasp
Keep talking while I sink into my nightmares
Of never holding you
Never seeing that perfection you behold again
Just one more
Don't stop until you **** me in my sleep
Janessa Luna
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Janessa Luna
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