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they will be my dreams again.
I want those
breathless
nights back,
the tension
in the air,
lip biting
anxiety,
you purring
my name
as i gasped
in your soul
The plethora
of melted
diamonds
pouring
out of
you
as the
pearlescent
grease
hits your chest
like atomic
bombs
The rumpled
bedsheets
and the dirtiness
that never felt
dirty
and the love
that felt all too real
breathless
nights back,
the tension
in the air,
lip biting
anxiety,
you purring
my name
as i gasped
in your soul
The plethora
of melted
diamonds
pouring
out of
you
as the
pearlescent
grease
hits your chest
like atomic
bombs
The rumpled
bedsheets
and the dirtiness
that never felt
dirty
and the love
that felt all too real
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