Love me
When we pretend for just a few moments that I am yours.
I use them to steal parts of you.
Your heat, your taste,
how you look when only I can see you,
your most secret sounds,
the softness of your skin,
the feel of your weight against me,
the pressure of your fingers interlaced with mine.
But it is not enough.
The more I fill my heart
with your stolen parts
the emptier I feel.
I want you to want me
how I need you.
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Author:
CC (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Love
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