I know what the feeling tingles like wanting someone else to play with you... Allowing them to enjoy you for all the things that crossed their mind... As images come to life beneath the touch of their own use... Feeling them be as creative to the pleasure of the find... Yeah, the thought of an other doin things is a daily issue... A task that keeps hormones comin on... Gripped, groped, n felt deep in the tissue... Becoming a fixation of lusts craved beyond passion torn... As alone nights longer in to days goin without... Finding silence behind closed doors... Losing count... Bored.!. Knowing the movement along the neck would spark an interest quick... As breaths felt heat the crave... N the feel of lips wondering wherever they wanna kiss... Getting physical even to me sounds like a fun azz game... With the touchin of the flesh as smooth the skin can flow... It's better than hiding in solitude... Ya neva know unless truths are shown... As sexuality comes out as living proof... That we could use a friend to get wrapped up in... Yet one that can feel a thing or two... So the details find a cure within... Expressed in a way the tongue wants to move...
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