First we're kissing. Suddenly your tongue's in my mouth. We're pressing into each other. I'm pulling your hair. Your clothes. They're over your head. On the floor. Pulling closer and closer. You're sweating. So am I. Hands running everywhere. Your jeans slide off. They join your t-shirt. We're naked. I'm kissing places I've never been able to reach. You touch me. Both of us shivering. Sweating. Pulling each other closer. You're on top of me. We're both nervous. Quivering. But we want it so much. Caress you with shaking hands. Pull you closer. The heat will kill us, but we need it. It's perfect. Just you and me. Fucking perfect. Fucking perfectly.
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Thoughts. Dark poems. You have every right to judge.
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