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One nightstand


Driving with your hand on my thigh,

There’s fire in your touch,

No where for me to run,

We could take it to the backseat 

And have a little fun.

 

Trying to control my breathing,

The look in your eyes 

soft as sin,

Kiss me,

skin to skin.

 

I’m on my knees,

Show me all of you,

 

I’m not shy,

don’t hold back…

 

Do your worst.

 

Back against the wall,

Hand around my neck 

Come closer,

Go a little deeper,

 

Whispering 

tear me to pieces, 

don’t be afraid

I can’t wait any longer.

 

No, let’s not take it slow

 

Hands above my head, 

 tongue dancing, 

This is the best form of torturer

 

Heavy breathing…

 

Goddamn!

 

Where did time go?

Sweat dripping, 

Kiss my back 

As I count my bruises and go. 

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