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Rapture

Run your fingers over my skin, make me melt deep within 
Trace a path down my chest, I can fell the swelling in my breasts 
My body is aching wherever your fingers dwell 
I am weak to your touch, can you tell 
The tips of your fingers dance around my thighs as I start to feel a natural high 
Feeling your warm body next to mine, so many thoughts playing in my mind 
Your warm breath upon my breasts as your fingers go lower and make me wet 
I long to give you pleasure, anything you desire, you know that I will deliver 
Your tongue dancing in between my legs, all the sheets ripped off the bed 
As I lay there shaking, you have taken me to the edge, 
but before I fall you grab me by the head.... with lips so sweet I hear you speak.. 
stay with me love between the sheets..I surrender to you, I will always be true 
My hour of darkness begins when I am away from you! 

â—„ Me & You

Affliction â–º

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