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Smoke and musk and a bit of spice That was the fragrance of the cologne He was wearing that night. Black background and shiny lights.. That's what I saw in his endlessly Dark charcoal coloured eyes. Smouldering fire and goosebumps in sight That's what his hands On my back felt like. Electricity shooting up my spine And rendering me paralysed That's what I felt when his lips brushed mine.
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Aug 6, 2016
Aug 6, 2016 at 1:53 PM UTC
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Smoke and musk and a bit of spice That was the fragrance of the cologne He was wearing that night. Black background and shiny lights.. That's what I saw in his endlessly Dark charcoal coloured eyes. Smouldering fire and goosebumps in sight That's what his hands On my back felt like. Electricity shooting up my spine And rendering me paralysed That's what I felt when his lips brushed mine.
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Aug 6, 2016
Aug 6, 2016 at 1:53 PM UTC
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