Pressed Pressing

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I'm not guilt tripping;
Just thinking of him &
those lips pressed on mine
 
And I might not get my wish  
but as I, he knows I'm his now
in spiritual touch  
 
I've been taken & claimed;
My mind never to fall or  
fail to give all to fantasies  
 
Been on many travels to
his salacious love world
 
My body revealed to enhance
his many secret sighs
 
Certainly no hiding places
when voyaging with him
closing down the distance  
that'll keep us this way for now
till I'm up close comfortably
In loving embraces
 
For time ticks & age grows
wings of flightfulness
It'll change that way in time
I'm not afraid to fly for him
 
But for now I'll give him the
desire for lips pressing & the
loving fuck fuck fuck fucking  
with me.