- holding hands -

losing senses of pleasue and unsatisfactory
i lie awake and think of you
sheets rough on the skin
peaking laughter rings
waiting, pacing, screaming
soft and smooth i evolve
senses highten to the orgasmic realization
a slap in the face
breaking bills for cheap satisfaction
could be the right way or wrong path
still i tread
hoping
to be near you

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