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Arms for the past four years we've been hit and miss mostly miss the first time I saw you, standing across the room with your arms folded over your chest staring at me, I wondered what were you thinking now I know you told me last night it took four years but I finally found out
"I keep staring at your arms. Wondering if you're strong enough to pick me up, shove me up against the door and fuck me? Can you pick me up, stick me in the corner and just fuck me? Just fuck the hell out of me."