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He makes me so weak

I want to stop, but I can't

My breath, hot and fast

I murmur his name like a chant

He moans aloud, whispering my name

We touch again, I do the same

Holding me tight his hands run down

Lower and lower till he has found

My sweet spot; he stroked, I gasped

Tightly onto the sheets I clasped

Tossing and turning, I scream his name

Teasing and tasting, our bodies rocked

Moaning and gasping by the tick of the clock

A loud, solid groan escaped my lips

He raised his hand, his fingers dripped

I opened my eyes, felt the cool, dark air

My hand in the pillow, tangled in hair

My body and soul, drenched in sweat

My sheets are puddled, sticky and wet

I cried out in anguish, my tears a stream

My heart torn asunder; It was all just a dream