If I could spend but a night creating body heat and making friction between our skin where there wasn't any before, I want to melt your curtains, I want to char your bedposts, I want to feel your sweat, I want to light you ablaze.
If I could spend but just an hour with my hands and your body and letting every bit of you know how I yearn for you, only one hour is all I ask, to move across your shell with my finger tips, feeling each goose bump I create with each touch and breath that warms your skin and heart.
If you could just give me the time of day you would see the desire in my eyes.
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| You'll never want for anything after you've had my touch |
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