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Edge of a knife

We balance on the edge of a knife.
Our flirting is already on the verge...
Games of blind excitement or fate itself,
intends to push us to the cliff?

Add evil and the program will immediately burn,
It's so difficult not to force events
I'm practically sick of you,
But it's impossible to overcome passions.

In your eyes, I also see the gleam of sin,
In them I've been naked for a long time.
Not a rumor, but your chest caresses your words,
Your touch blows my mind.

Blissful sleep with you forgotten in the morning,
Not finding out who is still more intense.
Sleep, fool, I'll clean everything up after myself,
So as not to stir up the course of your personal life.
Written by KristinaX
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Author's Note
Flirting is a language of it's own, so often tempting and drawing us in. Perhaps the most thrilling form of communication. One that excites and so often gets us into trouble. :p
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