It's raining. She's breathing. I'm craving.
I grab, i move, i search. Let's see what i can find.
She grips. Those nails. My arms. Her neck.
A humid breeze from the cave of my mouth.
In this moment, i wish it wasn't vacant.
Fields of skin in the palms of my hands, on the tips of my fingers.
Inner thighs and under cheeks, let loose and hold tight.
Drifting, falling, laying and a silent scream for more.
Never enough.
My lips spoke static in her ear, i wonder what it was that she wanted to hear.
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