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I cant wait to get my hands and my mouth on you
Me too... I love the taste of your hunger
We match our desire, start with a slow burn
Catch an ember, hold it in fingers too tender / Linger for too long and it grows, / Blow a little and it turns to a fire / Every curve observed / Every word burned into ears / Listening with the intensity of wild fear for subtext, sexy guile and sensual wiles speared / There's always more sense so near
Me too... I love the taste of your hunger
We match our desire, start with a slow burn
Catch an ember, hold it in fingers too tender / Linger for too long and it grows, / Blow a little and it turns to a fire / Every curve observed / Every word burned into ears / Listening with the intensity of wild fear for subtext, sexy guile and sensual wiles speared / There's always more sense so near
Published 25th Jan 2016
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