Love to see your sweat afterwards... your eyes speaking to me of endless nights of unbridled passion... your words delicately placed, each word like dawn breaking through a misty morning that stops me in my tracks, leaving me at a loss for words... whatever it is, my pulse races my heart pounds and I wish you and I alone somewhere against a wall no words spoken, but our tongues tracing the forbidden... our hands grabbing and squeezing as much as we can... both of us sweating... both of us drifting just past a locked door...
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