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Bad Boy
My jaw sits cradled between your fingers
as you tilt my face to meet yours.
A cold yet enticing glimmer in your eyes seems to hold me captive.
You trace the swoop of my neck to my collarbone;
I shiver.
as you tilt my face to meet yours.
A cold yet enticing glimmer in your eyes seems to hold me captive.
You trace the swoop of my neck to my collarbone;
I shiver.
Published 4th Feb 2022
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