He loves me and I love him.
But his kiss is not like HIS.
his if filled with love and compassion.
HIS kiss is filled with lust, seduction, and strength.
I always pull back to deny the temptation
HE always grabs me and slams me against HIS body.
A kiss with so much power it hurts
My face burning from HIS facial hair
My body says, fuck me! fuck me!(my head says about the same)
My heart yells "no!, thats enough!, shit!,why!,stop!, your taken!, you love
him!
And I do, I love him, but I lust HIM
I look for it, I want it,I thrive on it, and I've had it(HIS)
In the end when it comes DOWN TO IT, literally, his is better than HIS
 
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