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Your Touch
Your touch send me in a frenzy,
the way you come up behind me and
wrap your hands around my throat;
you whisper a sweet lullaby and I get all dizzy.
The way you bite my lip,
I'm sure my heart will flip.
The way you touch my breast,
and pull my waist closer to yours
the way you pull my hair;
I feel my heart at its crest.
Your touch send me in a frenzy,
the way your hands travel aroun...
Tuesday 11th April 2017 7:29 pm
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