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Jan 2015
Touch me all over, let your fingertips gently brush over my skin, making parts of me come alive I never knew was possible.
Breathe in my scent, with your lips pressed against my neck, spreading a spark of electricity through me so vibrant I inhale sharply.
Kiss me, kiss me, kiss me, until your name is escaping my mouth and the taste of it is burned onto my tongue, with no want of ever leaving.
I don't believe in anything more than a rare Friday spent with a temporary boy
AJ
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AJ  23/F/GR, Michigan
(23/F/GR, Michigan)   
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