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May 2015
Slide your hand up my thigh
You're making me blush.
Just the tips of your fingers
Why do they call it a "crush"?
Every inch you move over
I cant take much more
Lying under warm covers
And your scent, i adore
I'm losing myself
And i know you enjoy this
If I call you Master,
The night ends in bliss
Bluedyedroses
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Bluedyedroses  Canada
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