Kindle me in the spinning
drama you caress,
Your absolute nerve
wracking mess.
The tempting touch
you brush on my skin,
Still isn't copious from
where you've begin.
Go farther to make me jealous
because I enjoy every minute,
The way you touch their hair,
leaves me comic.
So push harder,
take it further,
Because you know
I know you want
me back.
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