My hair is tangled up
From you laying me down
Pulse and a thump
Blood in my neck: pound
Lips stealing my lungs
Teasing my desire
Every touch and tongue
Wound up tighter
No spectacular tricks Darling
Simply your skin on my skin
Making my synapses sing
You push me to the edge of sin
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