rhyme

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Slide your hand between my thighs,
Squeeze and tell me it's not all lies,
Graze your lips across my skin,
Drag out this fire from within,
Your fingertips draw a path,
My brain screams it won't last,
My heart dances in the flames,
Becoming one with the pain,
Tell me that our love was true,
And I'll swear to love only you.

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