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#turned-on
Skin gets warm, Blood begins rushing through my veins. My heart, starts pounding. Consiouse thought, Required to keep my breathing steady. My body, Reacting to your words, Wet. My brain, Clouded, unable to really think. Reduced to being a toy, Here for your pleasure. All with just a few words
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Sep 30, 2015
Sep 30, 2015 at 12:13 PM UTC
Turned on
To be in my own skin To feel like myself You loved me there C'mon silly How can a hollow man do that?
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Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 1:52 AM UTC
Let