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Monday, June 22, 2015

The smell of sex and flowers

Oh that lust song

If you only knew
How fucking much
I think of you
Best yet
Maybe it's better that you don't
Unless of course
It's in you too
I see you sitting there
With that face and that hair
I imagine my finger tips
Tracing the lines of your cheek
Tasting your lips
You holding me like you mean it
You holding me
Like you fucking mean it
Melting into my kiss
Breathing with me
The smell of sex and flowers
Heavy enough to bite
Or nip
Feeling the slip slide of your hip
Against mine
I close my eyes and that is what I see
You dancing to that tune with me

Chris McQueeney 

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