The Sweetest Torture

 

 

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The Sweetest Torture 

His fingers run 
Through my hair. 
His voice whispers 
In my ear. 
My heart flutters 
My breath quickens. 
I feel his hands 
Running over my body, 
Teasing me, only 
Stopping at his 
Favorite spots long 
Enough to arouse 
Then he moves on. 
Feeling his strong 
But gentle hands 
On my stomach 
And thighs, awakens 
A response from deep 
Inside my body. 
As I respond 

 

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