By wistful
Date: 2001 May 28
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Hungry

For your warm breath stinging my neck
For your hand gently grazing my cheek
For your finger lightly tracing my lower lip
For the salty taste of its tip
For your eyes dipping darkly into mine
For the smallest groan escaping your throat
For the rising skirt
For the falling blouse
For the yes, yes, yes
For the oh, god, yes,
Coiling ever tighter, ever closer
Faster
Hotter
Blinding
NOW
.
.
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I hunger