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i belong to you.
your hand runs down smooth legs, lips making a home against the warmth of my neck as a low hum of approval exhales my parted lips -
we’ve done this dance a thousand times, and yet each brush of your fingers, each lazy kiss pressed against tanned skin sends a bolt of electricity through my senses;
i’ve never felt more alive than i do when your weight is pressed against my own - your fingers in my hair or wrapped around my neck as the e u p h o r i a sets in, swallowing me whole as you bury yourself between my legs. you ask me who i belong to, and the answer is always the same - Y O U .
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