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Nov 2015
I am your demon,
covered in flowers
waiting for you to bait for it.
I want to taste you lust with a little bit
of love, take me to your dorms,
I will make love until we get old.
I will make your touch this doomed soul,
the soul that you created with your touch.
The night is long, lets us involve until we bloom.
Until we fall for both.
I want you like I want to explore you whole...
Your body taste like honey
The honey that poison me to be,
uncontrollable soul...
Let me touch you... For once and forever.
Abimael
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Abimael  37/M/PR
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