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Nov 2015
Where you touch
It burns
I never understood
How people could
Get high off of kisses
Until my lips met yours

And My eyes
Have never met
Such naked ****** perfection
Until you layed still
As I ran my hands up and down
Your stomach hips and thighs
LS
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LS  24/F/Alaska
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