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My lips part from yours, Urgency comeuppance, Met with swift reliance, Ah, sweet moan. Clothes, shredding of real sin, Breast naked upon chest, Lined waterfall of spine, Trickle arched back. But rough your advance, Enclose all saintly spaces, Eyes that glaze over, Skin and love.
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Apr 28, 2010
Apr 28, 2010 at 7:41 AM UTC
Skin
My lips part from yours, Urgency comeuppance, Met with swift reliance, Ah, sweet moan. Clothes, shredding of real sin, Breast naked upon chest, Lined waterfall of spine, Trickle arched back. But rough your advance, Enclose all saintly spaces, Eyes that glaze over, Skin and love.
~Rainn~ 29/4/10
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Apr 28, 2010
Apr 28, 2010 at 7:41 AM UTC
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