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Jan 2015
Your touch on my lips makes me quiver inside.
You are making me sore.
You’re such a beast.
My ******* that you're stroking stand full and *****.
Touching you, feeling you.
You get under my clothes and nibble my nose.
I have not got an ounce of regret.
There are moments, so many moments,
I wish we'd never met.
But still I love you.
I’m feeling alive.
Should really have stayed indoors today.
The cold though refreshing is ever so nice.
Need indoor heating to steal all that ice.
© Livvi
Olivia Kent
Written by
Olivia Kent  Southampton, Hampshire.
(Southampton, Hampshire.)   
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