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Jun 2015
It can be a quickening of my heart as you lean into me
Or when you caress my face, my eyes glaze over
When you hold my cheek in the palm of your hand, I always cover your hand with mine
When you kiss me on my neck, my head leans back
When you kiss my lips, breath sorta just escapes me
Or after we get done worshipping each other, there's always this intense stare you give me I don't know why but it's always there
Ariana Robinson
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Ariana Robinson  23/F/Birmingham, Alabama
(23/F/Birmingham, Alabama)   
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