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To sit here.
Against you.
Watching you.
Seeing you.
Truly.
Feeling you around me with a look.
Your clothes still covering you.
Harsh and rasping against my skin.
Your hand raises.
Cupping my cheek.
I press into your palm.
Hungry for your touch.
You scent.
I’m an addict.
I need my fix.
You fingers trace down over my neck.
Along the line of my collar bone.
I bite my lower lip and you smile.
Those wicked fingers of yours tease down my chest.
Lightly grazing my breast.
Ever so slight.
I arch.
I want more.
Your eyes hold mine.
Fixed on them.
Your voice.
So clear.
So strong.
‘Sit still baby. Let me play…’
© words by mydeepestdesires
(Source: blackhearttt)
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