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Nov 2018
I hope she tastes magnificent.
She makes fire burn in your belly.
You are the sand, while she the ocean.

I always preferred kissing your morning mouth, never partially liked the sea.
Written by
clairevanya  22/F/Birmingham
(22/F/Birmingham)   
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     Graff1980 and Em MacKenzie
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