The preassure of your hands on my body, the stickiness of your breath as it touches my neck and the feeling of you directing my body . The music slows you step under my dress. I want to be anywhere bu in your arms. I let you hold me as we move throught the crowd.In my imaginetion touch me , play with me like my curves, give me what I deserve. I want you to caress me like a tropical bryze and I want to float away with you in the Red Sea. You and me - fire and wind...
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