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i belong to you.
your hand runs down smooth legs,
lips making a home against the
warmth of my neck as a low hum
of approval exhales my parted lips -
we’ve done this dance a thousand
times, and yet each brush of your
fingers, each lazy kiss pressed
against tanned skin sends a bolt
of electricity through my senses;
i’ve never felt more alive than i do
when your weight is pressed against
my own - your fingers in my hair or
wrapped around my neck as the
e u p h o r i a sets in, swallowing me
whole as you bury yourself
between my legs.
you ask me who i belong to,
and the answer is always
the same -
Y O U .
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