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Sweet Rush


Something courses through me

A sweet rush, but violent thrill

Rocks my body

A pleasant chill

I shiver with longing for your caress

And it's torturing, arousing, promising

Desire to feel mingling breaths

To feel our hips rocking.

I want to cling to you

And have you envelope me

To be without you was cruel.

You've become a drug, something I need

To sustain this constant rush.



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