I Don’t Care About Tomorrow, I Just Need You in My Bed

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It’s something I shouldn’t be doing but can’t seem to stop. It’s just that the second our lips meet that my brain decides to go on vacation. My morals and rational thoughts go with them. All I want is your hands to feel every single piece of aching skin. I want your lips to move from my neck down my collar bone until there’s nothing that can get me higher than this.