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Dec 2015
Sin
Your soft skin is like a feather
waiting to be blown away,
by the one and only person
who makes your head sway.

Your soft touch is like a silk robe
gliding over my skin,
as you kiss the night away.
With a righteous sin.
Martyna Maselskyte
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Martyna Maselskyte  24/F/Ireland
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