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The language of love.

Touch my skin the way you hold my heart.

My love, my dear addiction.

Is it obvious? The lust in my eyes. I want nothing but to plant the seeds of my kisses on your neck and look at the love scars I leave behind.

I want to know the taste of your lips and pull you closer to me.

Take off your clothes, let our bodies get closer.

Lay down under me, feel my breath go down your body where I leave trails of my lips.

Let me taste parts of you even more sacred than your lips.

Scream the sounds of pleasure, our love fills the room.

And when I finally go into you.

We will be joint as one, like our hearts entailed.

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