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There isn't any part of him,
I'd leave untouched.
Take our time going slow,
because a great thing can't be rushed.
Grinding bodies,
tongues fighting for dominance.
Every move, every breathe,
our bodies revert is prominent.
Trailing fingertips,
a hand slip down his pants.
I sell my soul without word,
there's no need in confessing it.
This man is the sexiest kind of deep dark sin.
I'd gladly be the sacrifice,
giving my body entirely to him.
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