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Jul 2014
I think my favorite part was when he caressed my lips with the tip of his thumb

so slowly,
so affectionately,
so passionately,
showing the longing he wanted.

"I wish nights were often more like this.."

but that's just the adrenaline talking,
no sense of judgement to clarify things
no sense of direction..
both just taking it.. for what it is,
an adventure.

spontaneous,
and lustful.

everything wrapped all in one.
                                            (m.s]
Never would I have ever came across writing something about this particular guy.. much less feel anything..
Mira scott
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Mira scott  USA
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