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May 2014
I know, I know,
but baby, you make my toes curl.
It's too hot in this room,
and it's too late in time
for dinner.

So just let me call you,
Let me put my hands on your chest.
Kiss my neck again.
Just this once,
and maybe once again.

You did once,
whisper in my ear, that I was divine
and I still am,
still waiting for you.
Can I tempt you?

Come on, come back,
to up against the living room wall.
Kiss my lips 'till
you no longer can.
One last time.

I know, I know
that you think it's a bad idea, but...
does this feel bad
to you? I am
your weakness.
Soph Raikes
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