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god, what would i give what would i give just to kiss you again “our combo move” “our thing” to kiss you to kiss you and bite your lip til you groan bite your tongue til you **** in that breath **** in that breath and surge forward push me into the mattress kiss me til we’re both breathless breathless on us god, what would i give what would i give to touch you again touch your beautiful skin trail my tanned fingers across your pality kiss your chest your stomach anywhere i can reach,                                     though you hate yourself                                     though you think you’re chubby                                                                                       (you’re not) i just want to tug on your hair again that blooming copper blush my little male empusa my charmander my charizard                      (better than a dragonite, no matter what you say) im not one for changing opinions but id do anything to have you back in my arms to stretch my arms across your wide back, those muscles you work so hard for god, you’re still mine you’ll always be mine “only if you want to it’s a deal” its a stupid deal how dare you ask me that how dare you i want to **** on your neck like the first few times until the bruise blossoms that tag that label “Mine.” i am no poet i am no artist like you but one day i will write you etch your name into the paper as i wish you’d etch your love into my skin as you used to
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Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 10:20 AM UTC
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god, what would i give what would i give just to kiss you again “our combo move” “our thing” to kiss you to kiss you and bite your lip til you groan bite your tongue til you **** in that breath **** in that breath and surge forward push me into the mattress kiss me til we’re both breathless breathless on us god, what would i give what would i give to touch you again touch your beautiful skin trail my tanned fingers across your pality kiss your chest your stomach anywhere i can reach,                                     though you hate yourself                                     though you think you’re chubby                                                                                       (you’re not) i just want to tug on your hair again that blooming copper blush my little male empusa my charmander my charizard                      (better than a dragonite, no matter what you say) im not one for changing opinions but id do anything to have you back in my arms to stretch my arms across your wide back, those muscles you work so hard for god, you’re still mine you’ll always be mine “only if you want to it’s a deal” its a stupid deal how dare you ask me that how dare you i want to **** on your neck like the first few times until the bruise blossoms that tag that label “Mine.” i am no poet i am no artist like you but one day i will write you etch your name into the paper as i wish you’d etch your love into my skin as you used to
28th Nov 2014, shakespeare invented words ok so can i shut up
cazrel
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Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 10:20 AM UTC
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