Spirt of the night
Holding me so tight
With all your might
Never letting me out of sight
Hands sliding up my back
Testing to see if I crack
Fingers tracing up my neck
Gripping me will we end up in the sack?
Wandering eyes
Hands running up and down my thighs
Experiencing all new highs
Surely your touch will be my demise
We touch, grasp, stroke
Feeling loves strong spokes
With every single poke
Everything lost in lusts hopes
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