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May 2015
Be honest, is this what you wanted, your skin is still under my finger-tipped reach, my lips find your neck, like an over ripened peach, you taste so sweet. The canyons between each muscled tendon across your abdomen, know my tongue, every part of your body, wander lust.
It speaks for itself...
Madeysin
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Madeysin  Pa
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