Don’t touch me out of habit or like a job to be checked off. Bring your raw hunger and unchecked passion. Make me feel your needs, your feelings, your marks. Throw me against the wall and rip off all our clothes. Kiss me like you want to devour every inch of me. Even when you slow in the softness of your touch, let me see it in your eyes. Rob me of my soul, bring tears and release our feelings. Leaving marks that throb of owned territory on us both under the drowning rush of fully awakened senses.
The Woman I Embrace 
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