The Limit

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My body heats up

You lips press against mine

Everything feels like heaven

I can't help but wonder if you know how weak my knees get

How long I've waited for this

I can feel your hands at my hips

Your lips on mine

Your soft skin pressed against mine

Everything stops

And the world goes quiet as I reach the limit 

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