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Apr 15
mouthfuls of madness
brim from the tip of our tongues
as your legs wrap around my soul
my hands grip your heart,
grasping at moments
in a foreplay of moans
to see you deep and feel your depth
gasping
a final breath
fingers to skin
tracing shivers and shakes
forgetting to breathe
as I caress your ache
you tempt me to provoke me
and I succumb
Written by
Tommy Smith
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