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Tuesday, August 5, 2014

TILL

I feel your hand touch mine
It slides up my hips
Your tongue burns my skin with fire
As it slowly climbs up my thigh
You pin me up against the wall
My hands are high above my head
You remove your tie
Gently, firmly bind them, bind me
A great pressure begins to mount
There is no time, no space, just us
You raise me so I could touch the universe
As I catch my breath, you slowly start the dance again
We change places and promaenade again, and again.
Till we are exhausted,
Till morning comes,
Till we
Till

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