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She wore South wind day dresses Smiles wreathed in sunshine Her scent that of wild poppies For one inhale and you'll want her in bed Not for sleeping of course Clouds pass her by in winking layers Catching glimpses of pearlescent flesh As twilight falls Rolling hips center stage With silver glow of moonlight Kissing every luscious curve
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Apr 24, 2014
Apr 24, 2014 at 12:45 PM UTC
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She wore South wind day dresses Smiles wreathed in sunshine Her scent that of wild poppies For one inhale and you'll want her in bed Not for sleeping of course Clouds pass her by in winking layers Catching glimpses of pearlescent flesh As twilight falls Rolling hips center stage With silver glow of moonlight Kissing every luscious curve
brook-ilges
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Apr 24, 2014
Apr 24, 2014 at 12:45 PM UTC
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