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When I am close to you,
I want to be closer.

I want you.

I want
To feel you move in rythym of my desire.
Ever closer to the deepest want of intimacy and biting lust.

I want
To sear together with a heat made up of flesh against craving flesh.
Releasing fury, unmentioned, or portrayed, yet, by bodies reaching out in need.

I want
To suffocate on extasy, tingle with ecstatic pulses, and disburse my anticipation.

I simply want you.