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Jun 2015
He held me close and
knew all the secrets I
had buried under the
forest floor before. He
kissed my neck and the
winds made the leaves
dance to the melody of
our pounding hearts that
became in sync. His
moonlight drenched my
skin as he stirred the
chaos I had hidden deep
down from within. And
so passion and lust took
over our bodies and
souls and we began to
gently sin* ~
Carolin
Written by
Carolin  Egypt
(Egypt)   
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   Cecil Miller and ---
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