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When My Soul Becomes
Pure Sensation

by Charli Siebert


The passion that runs through me
is flowing like a thin, wet, moisture
dripping from my lips.
It's like a fucking orgasm
throbbing and pulsating
from the most sensitive parts of my body.
It's like my nerves
uncontrollably screaming for more
as if my heart skips a beat
my hips rise off the ground
and my back arches
with all of my muscles clenching together.
The passion within me
is released through my tears.
Every time I cry
you can see the puddle
of pure emotion beneath me.
My eyes are closing
I'm holding in a scream.
And as I bite down
on the tender flesh
my soul becomes pure sensation.

 

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