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my body close to His
As we sit next to each other
His hand reaches up
And grabbing my hair

He pulls me across Him
my head in His lap
With one swift movement
i am His.

One hand wrapped in my hair
The other tracing its way
Between my legs
His lips upon mine.

His fingers slip into me
As His hand pulls tighter
On my hair
His teeth sinking into my lower lip.

my breath catches in my chest
my hips thrust against His fingers
i cry out in ecstasy
As He moans deeply.