The Dream

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THE DREAM

You bit a rose
I do a pose
You slowly walk
We do not talk

We let our body collide
A smirk crept on your lips
As we both sway our hips
We let our body do the talking

You traced my curve
I closed my eyes tightly
Bit my lip, hungrily
Your breathing on my neck heavily

Your hand travelled behind
As we continue to grind
Your hand reaches the zipper
One swept move down, unzipped

The cool air hits my skin
Your kisses travelled on my neck
Leaving tiny pecks
I inhaled the air, let the moment slip

It was our dance
The dance we did in France
The little town
Inside my dreamland

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