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Yours

The sting, the pain, your teeth on my neck.
Frozen, tethered, my taste on your breath.
You slide your hand, yes, yes.
Louder, faster, as good as it gets.
Your tongue, it crosses every inch.
An array of happened circumstance.
Bottle of wine spilled on the floor.
I'm yours again, once more..
Written by Mea
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