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He has my hands,

As I run them over his chest and feel his warmth.



He has my fingers,

As I run them through his hair and over his lips,

And I wish he'd do it back to me.



I want his touch.



And he has my nails,

As I scrape them down his back as we make love,

And I feel like we are one.



He has my tongue,

As I run it over his lips as we kiss,

And I could fucking cry at the closeness of this connection.



I want his body.



He has my heart,

As I push myself closer to him,

And I feel his heartbeat - pounding.



But most importantly,

He has me.

Wholly. Uncontrollably.

Eternally enthrealled in his imperfect perfection.



He is me.

And I want him.