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- Erotic Poetry
- burning hands
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Run my fingers down my sides
pretending someone's watching
covering my hands with his
Pretend all these fantasies
don't leave me burning up
searching for pleasure or connection
wanting pain for any sensation
Taste my sex on the air
and another set of clothing smells of
cravings I keep giving up
Feels like I'm always waiting
a statue made of polished chrome
slowly melting into the dark
taking my burning hands underground
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