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Jan 2017
You make every nook and cranny
Each thirsty, soft curve
Lean towards the rough edges of your touch
With the exquisite ease of a man that knows
Exactly
What
He
Wants...





Me.






*Wet.
Wanderer
Written by
Wanderer  Between Midnight and 3am
(Between Midnight and 3am)   
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