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Counting the hours
I can feel these intense
sexual urges
like thunder and fire
an ache
threatening to explode
if the seconds ever stop
wanton is my sin
a drug I can’t shake
not without your touch
my desire to be yours
is so intense
I fear the need
could make me insane
an immense need
wanting you
to touch me
to fuck me
hard and deep
taking my body as yours
claiming my flesh
as you have done
with my head
in every minute
everything is clear
is all a dream
we’ll never be
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