#amateurwriting
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Touches on denim, my hands on your thighs. I look down and smile or I’d drown in your eyes. You stretch and you yawn, my touch making you weak. I bend down and kiss you, sweet disruptions as you speak. Large hands are shaking while holding my hair. Your touch, it feels molten. Your breath…
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I’m barkin’ up the wrong tree again. I snuck my way out of my fence. I’m here causing trouble where I’m not supposed to be. And I bet you’ll make a fool out of me. I’m sweeter than sugar, real nice. You buttered me up, took your time. You’ve got humor and charm, just enough…
