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The way she flows against me Fast and slow To and fro As we go The ****** we know The waves of ecstasy That washes or souls
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Jun 26, 2015
Jun 26, 2015 at 10:24 PM UTC
I smell of her
The way she flows against me Fast and slow To and fro As we go The ****** we know The waves of ecstasy That washes or souls
Another-dead-hero
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Jun 26, 2015
Jun 26, 2015 at 10:24 PM UTC
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