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Dec 2015
my fingers are seared
singed
i'm playing with fire
walking right on the edge
of pleasure and pain
i don't know if i want
to stop
but i know i probably should
heaven help me
because i want so much
to let this burn me up
leave me feverish
and flushed
slick with sweat
and thirsty
for more
of the exquisite torture
i'm entertaining
Cassidy Mae
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Cassidy Mae
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