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Feb 2016
Your fingers brush
Against me and paint me
Anew with a lush

In your arms I am sweet
Relaxed and open you
Make My heart complete

I love resting on your *****
I am like a child
Arousing like a cherry blossom

You tickle my soul pink
Invoking the most ardent of feelings
In a single packed destined for you
Tell me now you wont leave my bed sheets
Laying next to you I feel love true.
Tafuta Atarashī
Written by
Tafuta Atarashī  28/M/Chicago
(28/M/Chicago)   
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