Desire

I want you in all those dirty ways

The sweaty, slippery, state of immediate response

Dreaming of the delicate trace of your tongue

My body craves the pressure of yours

Completely fulfilled yet still needing more

Your hand creeps up my spine

A handful of hair at the nape of my neck

Where is a question I still haven’t mastered

Passion so thick is hangs in the room

Take your chance and I’ll take it all

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