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Prelude
01:36 Nov 14 2007
Times Read: 642
You grab my wrists and pin them over my head,
driving me backwards until i hit the wall
and the bricks bite into my back.
Your face to mine,
so close i am lost:
slowly drowning in the depths of Your eyes;
only the sweet brush of Your lips can save me...
Through the thickness in the air i cannot breathe;
i can taste Your desire
and my blood begins to boil.
i start making soft whimpering sounds,
and You eat those sounds straight out of my mouth
as if You're tasting my screams...
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