How quiet you are when I see you sitting there, almost cold to the touch.
But I touch you, I feel the coldness of you, the smoothness, the rough.
I feel you come to life, the purr then to a vibration.
The sounds you make sends chills up my back, I can’t wait to have you under me.
You growl, your vibration takes over both of us.
There is no more cold, just a feeling on being one with you.
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Never be bullied into silence. Never allow yourself to be made a victim. Accept no one's definition of your life; define yourself. Harvey Fierstein
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