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What doth the wind whisper when it caresses.... your neck blows softest kisses in your ear traces the sweetest curve of a female back... Nirvana is the swerve... is absurd...such nerve that I would dare to touch... what we need so much .. enhanced time stands still.. waiting for the thrill.. ..of shortened breath
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Nov 2, 2014
Nov 2, 2014 at 1:36 AM UTC
The sweetest curve
What doth the wind whisper when it caresses.... your neck blows softest kisses in your ear traces the sweetest curve of a female back... Nirvana is the swerve... is absurd...such nerve that I would dare to touch... what we need so much .. enhanced time stands still.. waiting for the thrill.. ..of shortened breath
michael-montoya
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Nov 2, 2014
Nov 2, 2014 at 1:36 AM UTC
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