2nite I will come to you
in a wicked dream
I will graze over you
like a feather...
but you know better.
It's the calm before the storm.
When you feel the
wet sharp edges
of my teeth on your skin
you will clench your ass cheeks
in anticipation of what's to come next.
But it doesn't come.
You will bury your face in your pillow
and breath in the scent of my cunt
as you drift off to sleep once again...
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