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your rough fingers linger below my trembling lips like a wasp with a stinger sends a zinger to my hips i want to be your last first kiss
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Dec 30, 2014
Dec 30, 2014 at 12:18 AM UTC
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your rough fingers linger below my trembling lips like a wasp with a stinger sends a zinger to my hips i want to be your last first kiss
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Dec 30, 2014
Dec 30, 2014 at 12:18 AM UTC
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