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Jan 2015
Your loving touch
over my face with your fingers,
while my legs touch your cold feet,
Giving warmth to my heart.
As I come
You collect all
that comes out
and put it on your *******
And then you say,
now let me come on top,
now spread your legs.
Salil Jha - Naked Soul
Written by
Salil Jha - Naked Soul  Boston, MA
(Boston, MA)   
   Gracieh Nimmoh
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