A/N:Please excuse the lack of formatting - not my fault at all. I improvised until the website decides it doesn't hate me and lets me do it properly.
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He was poison moving through her veins.
Deep pants, sweaty bodies, sharp cries.
He was pleasure that was so good that it could never be right.
Bodies colliding, hips thrusting; pounding, pushing.
He was that one temptation that she couldn't deny herself.
Kisses on soft skin, nails leaving red welts, teeth making claiming bites.
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She was delicious on his tongue even though he knew it was wrong.
Hands mapping out familiar lines, tongues teasing sensitive spots, fingers tracing.
She was his just as much as she wasn't.
Faster here, slower there; harder now, deeper all the time.
She was rules and restrictions, trying to prevent herself from getting what she wanted – needed.
Curses in ears, whispers against skin, moans that rang loud in the air.
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He was a breath of fresh air when she was suffocating.
Tongue tracing nipples, teeth clamping down, lips sucking.
He was a rule-breaker who pushed her buttons – made her give in to what she told herself she couldn't have.
Whimpering noises, deep groans; mewling sounds, soft purrs.
He was hotheaded, easily tempered, demanding – but at the same time, he was everything she needed in life.
Clinging, depending; holding on to one another.
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She was a secret he had to keep.
Shuddering, trembling, quaking.
She was bad for him because he could never have her the way he wanted her.
Desperate pleads, demanding words; loud, deep.
She was as addictive as alcohol, but no support group could make him quit her.
Bed rocking against the wall, fists pulling on sheets, bodies keeping a rhythm.
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They were opposites, yet so much alike; almost as if they were meant for each other.
Begging, pleading, needing.
They were what the other always wanted; they were what they knew they could never truly have.
Back arching, toes curling; desperately moving to what they needed most.
They were, after all, the only one that could get the other to the point of no return.
Climaxing, releasing; screaming, fighting for air.
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She was rules and restrictions.
He was a rule-breaker who pushed her buttons.
They were meant to be.
But they never truly were.
Always, they would be incomplete.
Forever, they were left with the bitter taste of venom on their tongues, pain that quickly replaced the pleasure, and an emptiness in them that not even sex could fill.
The End.