And you do this: You enter my thoughts and leave me wanting you, wanting your scent, wanting what remains chemically bound to you.
Your unique taste stuck on the tip of my tongue, your skin like silk, your touch slightly mischievous but daring.
Your hidden sighs, almost unfaithful. And your sex, warm and perfectly enveloping. I should spank you for your impertinence.
PA
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