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13. Caught by your grasp

 

Your slender hands grasp my waist,
pulling me in,
capturing me.

Your sweet breath surrounds my ear,
carrying words,
promising,
alluring.

Hands begin to wander erotically,
clothes disappears,
the world gets lost.

Demanding kisses replaces the soft ones,
caresses fill my body, no place is left
untouched,
unaroused

I’m burning up,
addicted to your touch,
impatiently  waiting for the next irrevocable collision.
 

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