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Your fingertips crawled across my skin

Causing the hairs on my arm to stand on end:

Arousal in its least predatory form.



You bit lovingly into my tamed neck,

Your silky tongue slithering along,

Tasting every inch of me.



We were caught in a web of tangled limbs,

Woven onto our satin bed sheets

Where I was trapped in your lustful grip.