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Sparks

I begin with her ear,
And if she’s like me,
Just a tug on her lobe
Fills her with electricity,

I want to map her out,
My lips have this urge,
To find every little spot
That makes her body surge,

I whisper my intent,
And how she blushes red,
She says my little venture
Must be taken to the bed,

Her bashful voice
Feels like a dream,
‘I hope that you won’t stop
Until you make me scream’
Written by tell_me_wy
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Short rhymes, writers block lately.
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