May 18, 2009
By alaina monsey BRONZE, Grove City, Ohio
alaina monsey BRONZE, Grove City, Ohio
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My hands seem to make the shape of your body
Like a potter at a spinning wheel
My vision is becoming blurry
As I feel your breath reach into my ear
Our bodies have become one
Mixed up underneath the sheets
I never want to be done
And feel the lose of your heat
My legs are wrapped around yours
With it intertwines the feeling of ours
My heat spreads to your body from my pores
As my head falls back and I see the stars

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