black cover

You’re like a salty wave that washes over me.

A naughty moment I can’t get out of my thoughts.

And when I know better, I still push past my limit.

I should stop, I need to stop.

But I won’t.

A little heat that soaks through my center.

I just want.

and I beg.

a black cover

that I hope you take advantage of.

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