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As I lay awake in bed

my thoughts begin to center around you

and the dirty things I long to do.

A hunger overtakes me

for the feel of your flesh

and the taste of your lips.

The ones that hide your beautiful smile

and the ones centered betwixt your hips.

The burn of your bite, I long to invite, upon my skin

even as I tease the hunger you have stored within

maybe even appease the flames that burn just under your skin.

Your mind I wish to know, your secrets lay bare.

In my mind I shall snare you

for mystery isn't all that there is to view

and I do not play fair.