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Slow
I wish he could thrust into me
With reckless abandon, but
He takes his time. I can see
It in his eyes. I wish we can shut
Out everything else while we hear
Every heartbeat. It comes to what
Is right. I want to whisper in his ear
To take me all the way to the heavens
With every explosion. He is the puppeteer
And he is stripping away my weapons
From my firm grasp while I am a willing
Hostage. He is leaving behind impressions
Into my skin to remember every thrilling
Kiss and special moment we share. I want to
Remember the goosebumps and chilling
Sensations across my skin. He makes me chew
And bite my lip until I can no longer take it
Anymore. I want to be one of the few
People he lets in. He is going to ruin every bit
And part of my already tattered-broken soul.
Every piece of my phantom and spirit
Is already on the edge. There is the dark hole
Already waiting for me to fall into its depths.
I ache and miss the smolder of every coal
Burning bright. I will go to great lengths
To keep loving him because he does not run
Away and I know that he always accepts
All the imperfections of life. He is my sun.
He is my moon. He is my star.
He uses his mouth, hand and tongue
To trace over every little scar
Scattered across every part of my body.
Everything with him no longer feels bare.
With reckless abandon, but
He takes his time. I can see
It in his eyes. I wish we can shut
Out everything else while we hear
Every heartbeat. It comes to what
Is right. I want to whisper in his ear
To take me all the way to the heavens
With every explosion. He is the puppeteer
And he is stripping away my weapons
From my firm grasp while I am a willing
Hostage. He is leaving behind impressions
Into my skin to remember every thrilling
Kiss and special moment we share. I want to
Remember the goosebumps and chilling
Sensations across my skin. He makes me chew
And bite my lip until I can no longer take it
Anymore. I want to be one of the few
People he lets in. He is going to ruin every bit
And part of my already tattered-broken soul.
Every piece of my phantom and spirit
Is already on the edge. There is the dark hole
Already waiting for me to fall into its depths.
I ache and miss the smolder of every coal
Burning bright. I will go to great lengths
To keep loving him because he does not run
Away and I know that he always accepts
All the imperfections of life. He is my sun.
He is my moon. He is my star.
He uses his mouth, hand and tongue
To trace over every little scar
Scattered across every part of my body.
Everything with him no longer feels bare.
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