Mmmmmm....
The things it says without saying,
Make me feel, without touching,
Making my heart beat fast and strong.
My blood boils, my mind races,
My stomach tied in knots.
Wanting to be touched, to be kissed,
To be pulled over into extasy.
Waiting for the release that is yours to give.
Only your voice.....
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