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Hands grabbing

Lips demanding

Inching closer

Rough turns softer

The clock is ticking

Your breath is hitching

Urgency takes over

Eyes glaze over

Toes are curling

Sounds are escaping

Shoulder-blade gripping

Hips are grinding

Chests are heaving

Groans are spilling

Sounds oh so sweet

Bodies slick with sweat

Guilt is plaguing

Thoughts are running

Everything stands still

Don't even dare to breathe

Pace grows slower

Shut your eyes tighter

Take a moment him to release

And depart with a kiss

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