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Dec 2013
I'd like to distract your thoughts,
Caress you, make you feel nice and hot.

For my own pleasure,
And maybe yours.

I'll feel good making you feel good,
Be very still, I'll set the mood.

Don't try to please me,
I'm numb, you'll see.

Worry not- you'll enjoy it,
The peak is in the heat of the moment.

Your senses are going crazy,
You're liking this, aren't you, baby?

You've become undone, you beg for more,
Sure.. there's always more to explore.

But, there are rules this time,
Fret not- you'll be fine.

Can't touch me, I can't stand it,
Keep eye contact, you'll soon be an addict.

The friction is building, your sweat is visible,
Wish it was more than just physical- I'm unforgivable.

You reach the top and come crashing down,
Only your erratic breathing, not another sound.

You want more of me- all of me,
But, there's not much to give, sadly.

You want to stay, you suggest to sleep on the floor,
Oh how silly, no honey, there's the door.
-d.***
Dánï
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Dánï
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