I can't stop thinking about you.
Feeling you.
Your hands.
Your eyes.
Your breath.
Mixed with mine.
Your nervousness.
Your lips.
On mine.
That warm summer night.
This control you have over me.
Primordial.
Longing.
Needing.
Your hands on my body.
Come back to Maine, J.
Please.
I need you.
Just one more time.
Forever.
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