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touching
it pleasures me to think of you.
seeking your face, hair and eyes
it pleasures me to see you cry.
feeling the pain i share inside.
it pleasures me to see you gasp.
moan and say my name over again
it pleasures me to feel your touch.
run your hands over my brown skin.
it pleasures me to see you laugh.
just before i make you weep
it pleasures me to see you hurt
after what you have done to me.
it pleasures me to pleasure you.
like rain on a humid day.
it pleasures you to see me beg.
call out for you after you left.
it pleasure you to think of me.
as you lay alone at night
it pleasure you to think me dead.
after what i have put you through.
it pleasure you to know that i whisper your name.
and then wake in a sweat. alone.
it pleasures you to know i write.
hurting after you.
we both take pleasure of what we hate about each other.
so why dont we just pleasure each other?
i dont really like this one....but i gave it a go
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