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Oct 2013
Distance between us, lustful tension rising, & all these words left unspoken.
Mind racing, heart jumping, & I don't think we'll need words at all.
Your hands on your lap suddenly seem too large & I instantly wonder..
What would they feel like around my waist, around my wrists, around my throat;
up my thigh, up my spine, pulling down my hair.
Your hands..
on my neck, on my cheek, over my mouth;
grabbing me, smacking me, ******* me.
Your hands..
Make me blush & tingle in places you've yet to see.
My sweet lover, don't kiss me;
make me bite my lip.
Luisa
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Luisa  NY
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   Mike Fashé
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