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Jun 2014
You **** repeatedly
Every ounce of common sense
In my brain
When your lips connect with mine.

You **** slowly
Making sure you've got me
So vulnerable
That I'll be anything you want me
To be.

You **** thoughtfully
Making sure I'll always want more of you
And that's something I can't have.
DarkDepriment
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DarkDepriment  heaven
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