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Jan 2015
Brushed against my side
Her figure seen divine,
Our bodies intertwine
Exposure. Nowhere to hide.

Hands to run, endlessly
Over eternal curved features,
How did I captivate this creature
Just to lose her hopelessly?
Cellar D'or
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Cellar D'or
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