there is no givin up until u throw in the white flag tryin to get away..
it's on as hands begin to explore ur shape...
i wanna witness the way u tap the fuck out...
givin chase to the way sighs fall from ur mouth...
gaspin in the motion it takes to cringe to the tingle of trust unable to give up...
all bcuz fingertips felt a touch...
playin with the sounds u can make...
there's somethin about the visual of how ur legs shake...
naked n crawlin the way u would...
as i put this thought back in my head with the mood...
u jus seemed to cross my mind...
i'm fine...
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