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Aug 13
I have this image
Lingering on my mind

I have this sensation
Wetting my insides

Your hand between my legs
Still, not moving

What was your hand doing there?
Checking for my vital signs?
Did you feel it throbbing?

Then you retract
The images linger on
An ache
A hunger
A buzz

I have this image
Developing in my mind

An ache to be ****** senselessly
An insatiable hunger to be taken from behind
Skirt lifted
Bent over the table
Exposed
******* dropped half way

Quite a sight
Still
Left there
Wanting for more
Written by
Nightingale  Beirut
(Beirut)   
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