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Flirtation (No 45)

A love that could not continue, that can never die...
She’s gorgeous, and dirty

You can just tell

By the way

Her brown eyes sparkle

As she bites her lower lip

And draws out the word “fuck.”

“I like to fuck,”

She says,

My heart beats hard.

She curls a strand of dark hair

In her fingertips,

Brushing it to one side,

And she licks her lips,

Ready to devour my hardness,

And swallow me whole.

Later we lie on the floor

And smile,

The heat of her flesh against mine,

Her hand across my breast,

And I am lost,

Lost in her beauty again,

Just like the first time,

We made love.

Oh why do moments not last,

And moments lost, tie me to her?

Here I will remain, though as I blink she fades.

Passing time,

And lingering memories;

Both are sweet agony.

And if I forget her,

She will be gone forever.

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