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Arms wrapped around my waist lips brush against my forehead the sweet taste as he kisses my lips his hands on my hips fingers draw invisible numbers 8... 7... 6... 5... 4... 3... 2... 1... my heart beats the rythym as his fingers dance within until the clock strikes 12 the magic is broken and I am empty
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Jun 30, 2014
Jun 30, 2014 at 1:31 AM UTC
Cinderella
Arms wrapped around my waist lips brush against my forehead the sweet taste as he kisses my lips his hands on my hips fingers draw invisible numbers 8... 7... 6... 5... 4... 3... 2... 1... my heart beats the rythym as his fingers dance within until the clock strikes 12 the magic is broken and I am empty
faith-aldridge
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Jun 30, 2014
Jun 30, 2014 at 1:31 AM UTC
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