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Feb 2014
Your nails carving out my inner thighs
as your fingers move their way upward
goosebumps rising on every limb
your mouth moves down away from my lips
I feel your warmth don't let it stop
I pull your hair
guiding you where I want you most
you take the hint your skin I feel it
I'm full of light in the dark room wrapped up
in these white sheets with you.
Elise
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Elise  NYC
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