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I lay my head down on my pillow.

And sweet dreams of you ferment in my mind.

Your hand sweeps over my stomach,

With a gentle motion and touch.

Giggles escape my mouth and I try to silence them.

You catch on quickly to my devious plot.

Warm skin caresses my neck and cheek.

My hand finds yours on my cheek and I hold it.

You always were a dream.

Carefully my dreams quicken my heart beat.

Shirts find their ways to the ground.

The coldness of the air causes us to keep closer to each other.

I don't object, your skin feels soft against mine.

Fantasies play themselves out in my mind.

Your hands work their way up and down my stomach.

Flowing over the curves like velvet.

Going until you reach the buttons to my pants.

Nimbly you undo them, one by one.

Teasing me softly.

Killing me with suspense and sexual tension.

I can't take it when i can't touch you or be near you.

My breath comes heavier now.

You're lips are pressed roughly against mine.

Hands run through your hair, pulling harshly.

Take me away.

To a far away place.

Help me make it through the night.

Your jeans are thrown onto my desk, knocking things over.

The mess can be cleaned up later, right now,

My eyes are on you.

Passion never tasted so good.

I can feel your lips against my chest.

They are warm, and radiate a sweet love.

Nothing feels better then your hands on my body.

I crave your touch and sensation.

I yurn for every bit of you.

A moments peace will never come if i am not with you.

The cosmos deny that we are one.

I can feel it in your kiss.

Taking away my heart would only punish me further.

For loving you, I sin.

You're arms wrap me safe and warm.

Under covers we unite.

Our heat and energy mixed as one.

And passion consistent as change.

The tip of your tongue runs longingly across my neck.

But no drop of my life shall you take.

I am in love.

But I am flirting with the devil.

A horrible man with a vicious past.

Made known to me by his teeth.

You sink your fangs into me, and I moan loudly.

Pain has never been so pleasurable before.

Maybe it is a trance, but I love every bit of you.

I have a feeling,

That you love every bite of me.

Your breath on my neck makes me tired.

I close my eyes to the sound of your voice:

'Sleep my dear, tomorrow is coming...'