Your something different.
Touching in places.
I thought no one could or would.
Kissing my neck,
And blowing in my ear.
Feeling my body in ways unnatural.
You make me moan.
So when you stop,
I'm dazed, and wanting more.
Got me thinking dirty.
Breathing funny and humming.
Friends pushing me.
Yet so is something else.
You make me want you,
In ways I shouldn't.
Holding me and touching me.
God, you make me feel,
Dirty, nasty, and...
Good...


 
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