Secret kisses in public places
Something in his eyes draws me in as if he was a magician
Ask him to stop gently rubbing my neck and cheeks as he sits behind me
Yet he continues relentlessly as if he can read my mind
I just want to be touched all the time
Felt so deeply my skin shivers and goosebumps rise
want relief of the dread beneath my anatomy
Caress me with your mind until my soul becomes inclined
To cross the line
Stroke me roughly extensively with love
Handle me as if you were mine
Our space our moment
Locked in a room above space and time
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