With no control over my body
Along with your strong gaze
You question Can I?
My lips quiver
As your cold delicate hand
Follows down into my dark blue jeans
I plunge my forehead into your shoulder blade
As your fingers travel me lower
Without a moment longer
My breathing gets heavier
And my grip upon your arm gets tighter
My lower limbs become unsteady
And My speech grows weak
How now do I speak?
May pressing down at your hand
Be clear to you
How much I crave you
~ Merees Nero
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