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I hear the clock tick and the fan tock Everything is standing still except for my breath As I hear your low growl echo in my chest and vibrate into my throat I dare not move Your hand cups my razor sharp shoulder I dare not move I fear I'll slice into your paper thin hand The scent of vanilla and warm rose fill my lungs with adrenalin and insomnia Once again, I hear the clock tick and the fan tock Everything is standing still except for time Your hand grips my shoulder blade tighter I soften Don't you know how delicate your skin is? Your pulsing cheek warms my chest and I soften Nothing is standing still and I finally fall into sleep My dreams come alive
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Nov 30, 2018
Nov 30, 2018 at 4:03 PM UTC
Tick tock
I hear the clock tick and the fan tock Everything is standing still except for my breath As I hear your low growl echo in my chest and vibrate into my throat I dare not move Your hand cups my razor sharp shoulder I dare not move I fear I'll slice into your paper thin hand The scent of vanilla and warm rose fill my lungs with adrenalin and insomnia Once again, I hear the clock tick and the fan tock Everything is standing still except for time Your hand grips my shoulder blade tighter I soften Don't you know how delicate your skin is? Your pulsing cheek warms my chest and I soften Nothing is standing still and I finally fall into sleep My dreams come alive
During hose first nights you spend with a new lover it is always hard to get comfortable.
Pedro-munoz
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Pedro-munoz
Nov 30, 2018
Nov 30, 2018 at 4:03 PM UTC
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