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your electric touch
I lay in your bed, in a state of undress
I wait for you to take off the rest,
My heart beats faster, pulse throbbing with desire,
I'm shy and nervous, my body's on fire,
With passion in my blood,
I see red forget the world,
It all falls away, even the sky the earth,
All that remains is your electric touch,
Soft as a feather a kiss upon my lips,
A kiss upon my sole, awake...
Monday 2nd November 2015 8:55 pm
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