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Sweat


Sweat Our extremities touch slowly as you grab my bare damp skin between your trembling fingers. Your lips hover over mine and I can almost taste your warm mouth as the sweat drips from the tip of your too big nose onto the curvature of your too sweet lip. You abuse my body with the words you speak into me ear. Keeping me here longer with every breath you let out. Running yours hand across my cheek, heat exudes from your fingertips warming my face. You trace the line of my throat, writing your wrongs into my memory and you listen as I pour your fears into the air. As they try to make way and find room to fit between our bodies they disintegrate from existence leaving your mind bare and in my control.
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