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Dead Lock Apr 2015
It comes to a point
When living seems dumb
For everything warm stays silent
As everything cold shrieks "Come"
Mikayla Nov 2015
Your skin,
Smelled of desire,
And I wanted nothing more,
Than,
To feel every inch of it,
Pressed against me.
I could see,
The goosebumps arise,
While you traced,
Circles,
Around my *******.
Your breath,
Hot on my skin,
As you trailed,
Down,
My exposed sternum.
A sultry sight,
I look into your eyes,
Before,
Your tongue finds,
The appex of my thighs.

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