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The warmth of your body the touch of your skin, the way my heart beats as I slide myself in

The taste of your tongue the heavy shakey breathe, the way you leave your marks all across my chest

The bitter sweet love the hatred in the air, the way you moan my name as I pull your hair

The feeling as I finish the lust inside your eyes, who could've known that you were my devil in disguise

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