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Just a Bit Torn

My whole body reacts

to the image of you in my head,

As I lay impassioned in bed.

I have never been more aware of the material that encapsulates the mounds on my chest.

My hips move involuntarily, my cl*t pulsates,

seemingly to my quickened heart and shallow rapid breaths.

I can see clearly your lips, your mouth,

those discerning eyes  that I love and hate in equal amounts.

Because you see me, I can't hide from you,

but oddly enough, I don't want to.

Being in your presence is torture and ecstasy.

My mind yearns for the knowledge of you,

your scent, 

the feeling of your touch,

the desire is incredibly much.

But all this is forbidden,

all this is undue,

I am in such a state of ambivalence.

What the fuck am I to do? 



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