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If only you started head first down to my neck discovering every bone on my back, cupping my ******* and measuring the size of my waist. You improve from cold to hot, Now you're warm. Slowly making your way to my hips and shaping my glutes All the way down, Down to the tip of my toes. I keep reminding myself to breathe. **** I'm under the shower head, water slipping on my skin. Written by:Leechle
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Mar 31, 2019
Mar 31, 2019 at 3:47 PM UTC
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If only you started head first down to my neck discovering every bone on my back, cupping my ******* and measuring the size of my waist. You improve from cold to hot, Now you're warm. Slowly making your way to my hips and shaping my glutes All the way down, Down to the tip of my toes. I keep reminding myself to breathe. **** I'm under the shower head, water slipping on my skin. Written by:Leechle
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Mar 31, 2019
Mar 31, 2019 at 3:47 PM UTC
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