The touch of your skin, anywhere on my body,
leave me nervous and begging for more.
Your hand on my back sends chills down my spine,
and your lips on mine make me want to stay still.
I get nervous and scared, yet willing and ready.
Forbidden games are often more thrilling.
you hold me close, and I squeeze you tight.
You take my breath away,
and you breathing tells me you're nervous.
We stay there together,
I'm engulfed in your touch.

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