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We kiss,

Lips, tongue, teeth.

It's my touch,

You shiver underneath.

Your breath,

Hot against my skin.

Your body,

My favorite kind of sin.

My drug,

Like a fire in my vein.

We collide,

Between the pleasure and the pain.

My back,

Bleeds what your fingernails wrote.

Your mouth,

Swallows the screams in my throat.

White hot,

You close around me like a glove.

Sticky and sweet,

This is making love.