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I slide my hand down your skirt, slipping my fingers under the hem of your panties and rubbing your clit. You gasp.

                                               "What did you say?" The driver asks.

"I said it's fucking cold outside" you reply. 

We both laugh





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[     SALOMI ECHOLS     ]

It feels like a dream. It feels like a dream. It feels like a dream.

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I was thinking of you.

Thinking            of             your           hands.
Thinking of the way you smile when you're sad,
when you're mad,               when you're laughing.
Thinking of how you never let me kiss you, but you've kissed me a million times.
Thinking of how you always say you want me, but you never let me have you.
Thinking of the way you look at me, like I'm the only one, like I'm special, like I'm not the person you want.
Thinking of how you never call me, never text me, never look for me when you want to fuck someone.
Thinking of how you only reach out to me when you want to fight.
Thinking of how you've hurt me so much
that it's just like   b r e a t h i n g   now.

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