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Not enough time

Tags: time, love, erotic

The sun is appearing
I don't want the day to arrive
I still feel your body moving against mine
I wanna keep breathing.

Your hands grasp me roughly
One last time we have 
One last battle, one last pleasure wave
One last word from you before you lay me on the bed abruptly.

I look into your eyes with lust 
I welcome your desire, I surrender 
You move me and for me as a weaver... 
Our body as one roll on the bed like a powerful, passionate gust. 

My skin is covered with signs of your desire
As if you've conquered territories just with your lips
I would wish you keep you here against my hips
But then I sit up, the sun is there like a bright fire. 

Goodbye is all my voice can speak 
As you press a kiss on my forehead 
I lay down and smell the sheets where your scent was spread 
And wait for the next time you'll come and wreak.

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