The warmth of leather on my wrists,
whose subtle strength my grip resists.
I feel your weight as bedding shifts,
skin on skin, I feel your kiss,
a heat that seeps from lips to lips,
and warming, fills me with such bliss.
The warmth of leather on my wrists,
whose subtle strength my grip resists.
I feel your weight as bedding shifts,
skin on skin, I feel your kiss,
a heat that seeps from lips to lips,
and warming, fills me with such bliss.
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