you could be wrapped around every inch of my body and i would still want you closer.
and that's the danger in this all.
we can't get enough of each other.
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Poetryjust the random fucked up stuff in my head. feel free to add on in the comments.
closer
you could be wrapped around every inch of my body and i would still want you closer.
and that's the danger in this all.
we can't get enough of each other.