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The backseat.


She lays her head in his lap,

he pulls her closer into him.

With every touch of his fingertips

her legs shake

Her teeth grazing her bottom lip

trying to hold in every moan from escape.

 

Eyes closed, d e ep   b r e a t h s,

taking in every shock sent through her veins

with every intention not to give in.

 

For a brief moment,

she opens her eyes and looks into his

with complete submisson.

A smirk of gratification

appears across his face.

 

She has surrendered herself,

but he is not yet satisfied.

Handful of hair,

his lips pressed agaisnt hers.

Taking every breath left in her lungs

until every desire was met with sensation.

 

 

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Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda
<p>Powerful expression. Always let poetry fill your life. Keep expressing your heart. &nbsp;</p>

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