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Making Out With Missy.

Black leather couch. 
Smoke-filled basement.

Her and I left
to our own devices.

She straddles me.
Soft lips.
Revitalizing energy.

Defeat me, girl.
Please defeat me.

You’re killing
me and I fucking
love it. 

Make me see
me. Make me change
me. We all know
I need it.

Sucking, biting
your bottom lip.

I should have succumb,
untainted by fears,
all those expectations.

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