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MAGIC
You stand outside my door on Sunday, wearing your best hard clothes
I can feel my heart beat quickly,
then loudly,
and then it skips a beat
The pounding sensation vibrates off my moody walls;
I am delighted you want to spend time with me
You walk into my space;
into my mind;
and sit heavy on my heart for hours
Starring at you,
and listening to the pitch of your voice;
I write a romantic love poem in my overcast mind; soon to be the next great words of passion on paper
I keep writing...but you've already caught my hair in your mouth, which forces a plunge of deep raw kisses
You gently remove my clothes because you only like a naked body
You hastily remove your clothes
And soon...
the extra soft skin on skin seduces us into an inferno of magic
It always felt so good, to be so bad...
especially with you
