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Never Left That Bed


Your breath was hot against my collarbone,
And my hands slid against your skin...
You were breathing me out,
While I was breathing you in.

When I first felt that heat,
When I saw that drop of sweat,
When your eyes darkened,
And we fell onto the bed...
I wanted to make you come and come again.

There were no clothes to rip off,
No doubts to shred...
Your eyes beckoned me...
And we never left that bed.

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