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When a kiss is placed
it leads to
other things. 
She says things
with wanting eyes
even on
the other side
she slips in 
super close. 
Things get serious
hands move on their own
it is early
the skies
are bitter cold. 
Draw Me closer,
she whispers 
as she moves. 
It is her softness
to My addiction 
free from clothing. 
There is something 
so perfect
about a woman
who knows
how to use
the tip 
of a spear. 
Take my hand
spend a few hours
show Me how
to properly feel
the pleasure source. 
Eyes up into eyes,
she sings,
her forbidden words
exclusively
for Me.