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Sep 2015
Pure lust
Naked words all alone
Sitting there taste the thoughts that come.
Ash of smoke touch the atmosphere,
Dancing clouds Hugs my throat.
Mr Xelle
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Mr Xelle  29/M/United States
(29/M/United States)   
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