Unshakeable lust..

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The bedroom still smells of you,my bedsheet lies wet still from the last night;

My neck has the marks of your roar adorned graciously;

The aroma is still of you,in my blood..in my senses.

So I crave the more of you,I crave the more of that bites.

The lust remains steadfast still,the bedsheet remains filthy still.