It would start with his breath on my neck
Hands snaking around my waist
Locking me in his stare
Our fingers interlaced
His lips would be on mine
My hands in his hair
And then after a few moments
Our bodies would be bare
when you love someone
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o r i g a m i
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m o o n c h i l d
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f o r l o r n
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f a n t a s y
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s e x u a l
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s e r e n d i p i t y
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d r u n k
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r e m i n i s c e
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p i e c e s
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m u s i c
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m e m o r i e s
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s t a r c r o s s e d l o v e r s
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e p i p h a n y
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s e c r e t a d m i r e r
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o n c e m o r e
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y o u n g l o v e
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s o u l l e s s
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c o l o r s
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b l o o d l u s t
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d e s p a i r
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s e n s u o u s
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m i r r o r s
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t o x i n
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i n t e n s e
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b r e a t h e
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l i m i t l e s s
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b e a u t y
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s o l a c e
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l o c k
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g l a n c e
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y e s t e r d a y
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s h o u l d
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m a z e
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p r o m i s e
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c r y
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t i m e
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c o l l i d e
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r a i n
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d e a d
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d r i z z l e
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