Thinking of you wearing
a dress, and nothing more,
Then thinking of that dress
falling to the floor,
You standing in the spotlight
hands on your hips
The swell of your breasts
the taste of your lips,
The curves of your body
the texture of your skin
The way you make me want you
again and again …
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