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Behind Closed Doors

Let me taste every inch of you
As your skin tastes sweet and salty
Like honey and rain. My neck blue
From your grip. My insides runny

And dripping down your body as we
Try to catch our breaths. Your cock
Still standing at full mast. In the wee
Hours you want more. Your hawk

Eyes look as you enter me again and
Again. Fuck, I want your fantasies
Wrapped around my legs. Your hand
Clutches the bedsheets and sanity

Is right here on the edge of this bed.
Do you know what you do to me? I
Lost my innocence and I dread
The day you leave with your sly

Smile with nothing else to remind
Me of our time between those four
Walls. Scratch marks fade, but minds
Never forget what is behind the door.
Written by eswaller
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Entry for sexual desires competition.
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