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the feelings when you placed your hand on my lap,

as if im a metal waiting for attraction.

like a snack packaging,

you ripped me open-

savor me down to the ground like i taste so good, you cant have enough.

each thrust, each caressing-

i keep losing my sanity, i want more and more.

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