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Jul 2015
Oh how I crave your touch, how I dream for your love
secretly staring at you through the glass...so striking
bold and built to withstand life
your sweet caress your hands gliding down further and further
passion filling the air the room suddenly gets hot' overwhelmed
sweaty dark and handsome
clothes flying
kisses traveling
hearts pounding
you in my arms
oh the feeling of being wanted...I wonder if you feel the same.
Daisy Mae
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Daisy Mae  Jeffersonville
(Jeffersonville)   
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