Communion of skin.

Let me help you,

We both know I’m better at it.

Our hands collide,

Mine grasping for yours,

Yours clawing for pleasure.

It’s hard for you to breathe with my hand on your neck,

I suffocate willingly – your neck my atmosphere.

Take my skin and make it yours,

As I take your ecstasy and make it mine. 

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