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It’s raining outside

 

It’s raining outside


It’s raining outside

It’s warm inside

& I wanna make you soaking wet

Fresh sheets, hotel room

I wanna make you soak yourself

& I’m stuck talking to grandma

Eating olives chattin chaw

Imagining I’m tasting you

From your head to your feet

& the soft centre

Outside to in

I wanna eat you

I wanna dress up in you

I can’t keep my mind on anything

I ache for your touch

I veered from you today

When all I wanna do is lay

I haven’t felt like this since 15

It’s driving me insane

I ache for you

I quake for you

You’re the apple of my eye

I’m screaming for it

I’m dreaming of it

I’m scheming for it

I’m made with it

I’m wound tighter than a second puberty

I feel like a virgin again

My friend

I’m wild I’m free

I’m not like I’ve ever been

I want you

2 ex wives, who’s ever known them

I’m stoned I’m drunk

I wanna be on ya

I wanna be inside ya

I wanna open you up

I wanna have you like stroking a pup

I’m crazy I’m mad

For the greatest climax we’ve ever had

I’m penitential

I’m mental

Can we touch?

I’m aching for you

Come 



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