Your hair,
The way it flows,
The ways it grazes you shoulders,
Your neck,
The way it glides down to your soft back,
Your back,
The way it acts as a map to your legs, your thighs,
I’ve kissed every inch,
I’ve teased you,
Pleasured you,
Tasted you,
Slept with you on me,
All without her knowing,
All while she waits for me,
All while she dies for me,
I die for you.
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