I know you like it when I beg,
When desire floods my eyes and puts a rasp on my voice,
Overwhelmed with this consuming need for you.
but what you really love,
Is when my moans turn to the screaming of your name like a prayer,
Daring you to push me over the edge,
or rather fall with me darling.
– Jump with me
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