let me burn my fingers down your back run across your skin muscles your tissue Hold my hand let it reach the veins let my breath pull away your pain i can feel your shadow when it falls on me i can taste your lips now, when you crawl to me i feel you in the dark gleaming green eyes from behind your hair, and through the softest lids i want you to tell me (in a soft sweet voice) what you want me to do to you.
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