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Aug 1
My body practically salivates,
That greedy part of me demanding satisfaction.
In these moments,
Of the intense hunger,
the craving transcends reason.

The anticipation, the need,
It all becomes a consuming force,

Is a testament to how powerful,
connection we share,
A connection that leaves me yearning for moreβ€”
yet never having enough.
Styles
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Styles  NYC
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