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Heated moments
skin on skin
My secret drug
My only sin
Fumbling hands
and wandering lips
our passion known
we're hip to hip.
Empty hearts
there is no love
How could there be
when it isn't enough?
Empty embraces
meaningless hugs
but ferocious kisses
like the worst of drugs.
I'm not sure what I intended with this as I have never had any sexual encounters ever so this is obviously fictitious. I still like it though, has a nice rhyme scheme. Sometimes I like the word choice.
skin on skin
My secret drug
My only sin
Fumbling hands
and wandering lips
our passion known
we're hip to hip.
Empty hearts
there is no love
How could there be
when it isn't enough?
Empty embraces
meaningless hugs
but ferocious kisses
like the worst of drugs.
I'm not sure what I intended with this as I have never had any sexual encounters ever so this is obviously fictitious. I still like it though, has a nice rhyme scheme. Sometimes I like the word choice.
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