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Post by sharonlee on Dec 26, 2007 19:02:21 GMT -5
Hunger
I touch your fingertips to my lips trace the swirls with my tongue cover your heartline in hot kisses nibble at your racing pulse, the tips of my canines aching to meet
from your mouth I want to drink your shoulder lift the weight breast ease the ache thighs fill the void
passionate pain, your passion screams for me - drives me to you goads me into dropping my masques for a moment - and eating yours
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