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Lust
Tension
The smell of your aftershave still lingering on your skin
Rising
Your eyes tearing into me
Hungry
The taste of your lips mingled with my cherry chapstick
Craving
Your hands slowly drifting up my thighs
Longing
The sound of a moan escaping my lips
Aching
Your desire pressed against me through a few layers of fabric
I want this
Clothes are flying
You need this
Your name on my lips
Take me
The smell of your aftershave still lingering on your skin
Rising
Your eyes tearing into me
Hungry
The taste of your lips mingled with my cherry chapstick
Craving
Your hands slowly drifting up my thighs
Longing
The sound of a moan escaping my lips
Aching
Your desire pressed against me through a few layers of fabric
I want this
Clothes are flying
You need this
Your name on my lips
Take me
Published 11th Aug 2016
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