Care to critique my poem?

Jennaa

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We tangled on the west side of some murky street
Out of view of any prying eyes
I bit your lip with a fervent intensity and
You coaxed me closer to your satin skin
Hand locked in iron grip around a few strands of hair
I moaned into your mouth and realized how odd this must be
I don't know who you are or the place from which you came
I just know, that I don't want to let go, we can take the train tommorow
Morning if you don't dissapear by the break of daylight

Animal.
 
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