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The touch of your fingers on my hips.
The smell of your cologne left in my hair.
You're sweating, but not too much.
You're panting, but not too hard.

The movement and motions of two bodies,
Is a carefully played out game,
One wrong move, and you lose.

The feelings between two people,
Almost a feeling of waves crashing,
Crashing against the shore.

The heart beats,
Beating together,
Beating as one.

The warmth of his love I thought,
I was getting,
The warmth of his feelings I thought,
We shared.

Until he left,
Until he just got up
And walked out that door.

Now, it was only…
Just sex





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