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quietpleasures45 -> A poem (7/29/2004 2:34:28 PM)
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So Masterful, your hands, their touch
Is it the pain they inflict that I love so much?
The way they make me respond is true delight
when the touch of pleasure turns to an anxious fright.
Making me tremble with lust and desire
Turning my body into a flaming fire
Just a touch, either alone or with a device
That leaves the body tingling so nice.
All that you do, your touches are what i crave for
you tease and taunt only making me crave for more,
No words ever spoken, just electricity in the air urges us on
But before we can explode, i wake up from my dream and you are gone.
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