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Jul 2015
Your whispers drip like honey
showering me with sweet nothings
Your hands move like snakes
slinking up my thigh
I should tell you to stop
I belong to another
But your hands have lit fires under my skin
And your venom runs through my veins
Drunk on seduction
I want you

I do not tell you to stop
You know the type
KC
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KC  Toronto
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