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Feb 2016
I smell your skin...
I ripped your jugular.
I travel through your stomach...
I bite your... Ti... Never mind...  
-She slap me-
I lick your skin, but it taste to sweet.
Nightmares spark on me,
But I still want this taste.
A taste of ****, a taste of lust,
a taste of sins...
This night will be the end.
Let us end this scene,
with the mightiest kiss,
that will get your inner Aphrodite,
To fall for me.
Abimael
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Abimael  37/M/PR
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