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Scratches on our backs, skin under our nails Bodies humming "pins and needles" Trembling, I touch you and you shake I saw the goose bumps form I traced them across your skin Grabbing on to you now Touch turns into something more I'm so close to you That there is heat in this heavy whisper "Do you like to fly?" I throw you with little effort You hit the bed You reply "I like how you said that" Devilish glances Each one shooting through More then the last You take lead Followed by me I think it's working You're sly Wearing that seductive smile I fall for it Spiraling Out of control And into your figure Lit by t