Risk.

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Eyes so sincere,
You grin and I blush.
I apologize,
Your finger to my lips,
You whisper “hush.”
I smile empty minded,
Fluttering in my tum,
The way you hold me,
My head on your chest,
I wonder what we’ll become.
What underneath do you feel?
What underneath do you conceal?
Soft luscious lips,
I love the taste,
I also love the way you grasp my face.
Running your fingers through my hair,
This heart of mine is no longer in repair.
Your hands on my legs,
Your breath hitting my skin,
You give me many feelings deep within.
What is reward without risk?
I use to not know the answer to this.

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