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Written to George Fitzgerald Boxed In

I lean back and close my eyes

The light in the room retreats as the door shuts

Leaving us in swimming in darkness

 

I don't know where you are

But I can feel you

I can feel your heart beating ripples into the air

 

My knees sway like long grass in the night 

Waiting for you

 

You stalk me like prey

Inching closer 

Watching me

 

You're so close now 

I can feel your hot sticky breath 

You work your way up my thighs

 

My body is screaming for you 

Unable to contain myself I lean up, and find us face to face

 

My heart explodes in anticipation 

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◄ Listening to Airship: This is hell

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