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He said he could see through me

Oh, how my heart does beat,

My breath, staccato, as he draws near

His touch is like fire, a scorching heat

Closing in on one another

His lips pressing against my own

Passion, sparking between us

As our bodies start to moan

Beads of sweat, like morning dew

Exude from mingling pores

Never sated, a devouring hunger

All that we needed was more



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