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love letting your understanding pry
through and cross the line
as your hand grabs mine
I can feel your blood; flowing, pulsating
with each touch
Cause I love how we fit together my face
buried in your neck, tears streaming down
chest, his mocha carved cave my place of
rest
Holding me clutch
he looked into my soul solidifying I am
never too much
And we
we are never going to rush
cause our levied hearts have handled
floods
so words are halted no thrush, just hush
hushed words and loud lush lust
lusting for our mind, soul connection
