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Your tender lips against mine as our bodies move as one. Your hands gripping at my waist and driving my back up off the bed. The very touch of your skin sets my nerves on fire, I don't even really know where to begin. You're a delicate masterpiece of saint and sin. Your soul is so bright and your touch is like heaven but you've got a devil's tongue, you can break anyone with.  A human embodiment of desire, lust and greed, you captured me not slowly but all at once and left me feeling completely breathless. Unable to contain myself and my urges I gave in, so easily and so freely. You'd set your traps up cleverly and I fell into them, desperately.

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