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Ecstasy


So there he was

right above me

kissing me

Pure ecstasy

 

The sensations that rushed through my blood.

Thoughts so dirty, they dripped in mud

He is the one of my dreams

Beautiful eyes that pull me deeper into his spell.

His lips that i have grown fond of, oh so well.

 

My hands are in his hair.

Hoping our bodies intertwine together to get a share.

 

Kiss me sweeter

Be my heater

Make me sweat

Make me wet

 

The fun has just begun

are you ready for this?

I feel like you could be the one

To teach me true bliss.

 

Touch me.

as if I’ve never been touched.

Kiss me.

Like you want to be loved.

Bite me.

as if you can’t get enough.

Love me.

Because I just can’t get enough.

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