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Bedroom Attire
Her goodnight clothes send me an invitation that reads: come play with me
Oversized sleep tee leaves room for my palms to follow your skin
Fuzzy Shorts that hug all the right places my hands can't touch at once
Shorts that stop above the cheeks so I can see them smile at me
Grabbing thighs, pulling hips, getting drunk off your curves
Feeling you close hoping your skin reads my palms
Read between the lines and see how much my fingerprints miss you
Massaging your feet, curving your calves, hand full of thighs, too much booty too hold but I can't let go
Carving the stress from your back, pushing the pain from your shoulders
Molding peace into your temple
Bringing a softness from the strength of my hands
How does that feel
Cuddle me she says
I gladly wrap my legs and arms around you
I want to anaconda swallow you
Sorry if my body suffocates you
I can't help it, because it's needs your body to breathe
p.s. take your clothes off I want to be closer...
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