trembling fingers touch my warm skin I promised myself I would never let you do this again but here I am sitting next to you on the couch allowing you to kiss me with that deceitful mouth those lying lips kissing my hide and sending tingling sensations through out me this is wrong and I know that it is but why does it feel so right it always doesBirth sign: Aries
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