Considered Needy

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My hands gripping my thighs

Wishing yours was there instead

They're crawling closer and closer 

I do what you tell me 

Hands pressed against my warmth 

Heating up what has been cold 

My hips rocking against your words

Am I a good girl?

No more words from you  

You've gone cold 

again.

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