I'm so wound up
So high in tension that it pools inside of me
Like your fingers that trails up along my thighs
And your kisses that bites me hard
You leave me breathless on your crumbled sheets
With disorientated butterflies pounding in my breasts
Your fingers have me coiled around tight
So wound up, I'm not thinking straight
Hot breaths heat up my shivering skin
Leaving territorial marks, claiming me
Don't let this end any time soon
Because you're making me go insane
Begging to become yours.
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