I’m far from focused when you are near.
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A distracting tease you are for tempting me at all the wrong times.
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What? Now? Here? You and I?
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Though I am drawn to you and there’s no denying that.
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I would be a fool to deny this, to repress this.
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I’m drawn to you at the deepest level, somewhere too deep for
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Somewhere deep enough for raw sensations.
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And all of my senses want to partake.
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Pleasure and excitement pulsate through me and my heart beats to keep up.
My rational mind comes up to breath and fear feels it has the floor.
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I’m not that experienced… Can I keep up?
Will I be enough?
What will others think?
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Overthinking only squelches my desire and prolongs the blissful feeling of you.
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And, oh, just to hold you, holding you alone would still the rush
Of my overthinking.
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I know this because, yeah, obviously I’ve thought about it.
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Not only have I thought about it, but I’ve wished for it.
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I’ve wished to touch you, to see what happens.
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I’ve held you in my mind and the results make me quiver.
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The way you make me feel things I’ve never felt.
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Moving….questioning….trusting.
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Exploring….creating…
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Releasing.
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Every inch of you fits as though it was made just for me.
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I’m unsure if I can control myself any longer. I’m impatient with what I want, and you wouldn’t tease if your patience wasn’t up either.
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(I know that you want me too.)
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I guess all that stands in our way now is a zipper.
I pause and catch my breath. I’ve never been more ready.
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I unzip.
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I unzip my purse and there you are…
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A pen.