Yearning :: Y e a r n i n g ::When I satisfy myself, sex, had a faceYour hair some kind of a shambolic teaseThe jawline that promised aggressionEyes that looked through, fuck the lockingIt started with hands And your upper class skinTo a torso I wish I've never seen"Lust is doing what you feelAnd feel it all the way"So my hands got to my skirtAnd my skirt got to the floorYour yellow light and it's pornographic feelTo the background sounds of Maynard Your hands cupped my breastAnd crushing in with your palmMy thighs binded to your backDripping, sweating, heated moansThrusting oncePlunging in Emerging From that
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