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your eyes

Your eyes

 

Your eyes make me feel warm and wet

Your hands make my body shiver

Grinding against me makes me sweat

Guiding me to the rhythm

with your hips pressed on mine

 

Your eyes make me hot

Your lips taste like chocolate

Your smile, full of promise

Images flashing through my mind

Soft skin on mine

Hands on my breast

Lips on my legs

Boy, you make me come alive.

 

poetry

to a special friend ►

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