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Feb 2016
I miss the hunger.
That long awaited passion.
No foreplay, it's unnecessary.
Just kissing, and
heavy breathing.
Pulling each other closer,
and closer.
When he just calls you baby,
and pulls you on.
And two become one.
Sorry, a little personal with this one
Chameleon
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Chameleon  29/F/Ohio
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