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Toes Curl
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"Your rage can be funneled into me, babe, Let's make something beautiful with it"
Rated: Fiction M - English - Romance - Words: 379 - Reviews: 3 - Favs: 1 - Published: 04-12-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3013024
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I can see us, fucking,

Your sweaty brow and how my fingers would

Grip your back and my mouth would form silent screams against

Your shoulder, your hands warm and the room

Around us blurring, our bodies grind and move

Against each other, up down up up up down, your bottom lip

Is wet and red and your sighs in my ear sound more like

Pain, I gggasp! Your chest against mine rubbing me into

A euphoric flame, warmwarm you'd be so warm.

And you have dark eyes and dark lashes, I think they'd

Be filled with passion and I wouldn't really know what

You were thinking, just how your face would scramble

And calm, your muscles flexing as you grow weaker

Inside. Your rage can be funneled into me, babe

Let's make something beautiful with it, and I throw my head back

Baring my pale skin and bare neck, letting go

Of inhibition and insecurity, cause you're making me forget, and

I like how my fingers curl across your skin and

The tan color shifts to dark and light and I run my nails down

Your spine, a small sigh, my hair falls across your shoulder

And the side of my face, our lips full, our limbs and bodies

Are elegantly curved and forming delicate lines, harsh

Verticals beside each other, Your hands gripping my skin and

Your tongue in my mouth, the way we kiss, my skin flushes red

And you push me out, I can see the way your eyes would flash

And you're a different person here with me, I wonder if you'd

Be tender or hard or hesitant, your hips between my knees,

My ankles touching lightly, your forearms against my palms,

Your mouth moving down my neck and I can see

The darkened room around us turning white, how the spit and skin would

All collide into a collective second, where I'd feel everything

How your body would twitch and shake and reach out for me

All this noise and sensation turning into a breathless few seconds

Where your lips are tickling my ear, and my brow is furrowing

My body craving, You'd be holding on to me.

God I want to kiss you…

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