It is your real passion.
I want to feel your weight pressing down on me, my hands firm around you. I want to feel your skin against mine, as I press my lips against your's. Let me warm your cold, dry lips. Let me hold you in my arms, as run my hands up and down your body, inwards and outwards, faster and faster. Let me feel your cold, metallic touch against my neck...
Let me play. Let me graduate.
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