Lust is what I call it Dreaming of you touching me Your hands on my body Thinking of Someone else Hold me tight feel me up I want your body inside Like a thrust I feel Come be one, I cant fight this lust Slowly entering with each push I feel our body become one Smooth feeling yet tough Pull my hair I like it rough Peaked to the top of my excursions I come so hard My body releases Oh it was you, not my Lust.Birth sign: Libra
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