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I can’t stop thinking about you.

Your hands.
Your lips.
Your tongue,
tracing the skin on my neck,
on my back.

I tremble at the very thought of you.

I want your scent.
Your taste.
Your touch.

I crave that sensation that only you can cause.

Meet me outside of my house,
take me in your arms.
Carry me to my bed
and make me feel again.