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Feb 2016
The taste of your breath on mine,
and the sweetness of your tongue
pushing gently into my mouth.
The warmth of your hand,
and the feeling of it holding onto mine,
never letting me go.
The need for your body,
and the desire for your innocent soul
to mend mine and make me whole again.
Ash Rose
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Ash Rose  20/F/nashville
(20/F/nashville)   
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