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She grabs me around my hips,
Vigorously pulls me close,
Her hands roam my body,
Her eyes lost in mine.

She runs her finger over my lips,
Not losing eye contact,
She comes close,
Places her lips on mine.

Sparks fly,
Legs become weak,
Trembling hands,
Heavy breathing,
Moans.

She gently lays me upon the bed,
As she hovers above me,
Her eyes so green,
Here,
Our love story begins.