I want your hands to circulate my thighs, I want you to lust me first but don't forget to love me to the point your bones crack and tremble in weakness when my heavy breath touches the surface of your skin.
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PoetryMy mind is dark, intensive and sexual. P.s: This is a mature content, and may get sexual at times. Please read at your own risk. Higest rank #10 as of 13/3, 18/3, 24/3 #9 as of 30/3 #6 as of 3/8 #3 as of 4/9 And #1 in sad poems tag 4/9
