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Days pass muddily, time is stuck. Five more to go with the right luck. At time and a half, hours tick; The stroke of five does not come quick Rush hour feels more like rush year; Finally, your exit I near. I dance up steps to the right floor, A sweaty palmed knock on your door The moment long overdue, Is the heat before I kiss you. The second between our lips meet, That's the ****** I crave all week.
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Oct 3, 2018
Oct 3, 2018 at 11:12 PM UTC
Anticipation
Days pass muddily, time is stuck. Five more to go with the right luck. At time and a half, hours tick; The stroke of five does not come quick Rush hour feels more like rush year; Finally, your exit I near. I dance up steps to the right floor, A sweaty palmed knock on your door The moment long overdue, Is the heat before I kiss you. The second between our lips meet, That's the ****** I crave all week.
Craving that moment always, my sweetie <3
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29/F/Pennsylvania
Oct 3, 2018
Oct 3, 2018 at 11:12 PM UTC
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