Something courses through me
A sweet rush, but violent thrill
Rocks my body
A pleasant chill
I shiver with longing for your caress
And it’s torturing, arousing, promising
Desire to feel mingling breaths
To feel our hips rocking.
I want to cling to you
And have you envelope me
To be without you was cruel.
You’ve become a drug, something I need
To sustain this constant rush.
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