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Lustful Bliss

I want you on top of me I want to make you squeal that thing called lust is the only thing you need to feel your hips start to move I can feel you grind lets not care about tomorrow tonight your ass is mine nails digging into my shoulders sweat beading on my head we start to get a rhythm you can start to hear the bed I roll you on your back I pull out but then slam back in something that feels this damn good has to be a sin your legs lock around me guess you could say I'm trapped we both keep on going til something inside us snaps now we're just like animals no words uttered only the sounds of our cries keep going til we pass out we sleep where our bodies lie

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Book: Shattered Sighs