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Apr 2016
When I press your ***** clothes to
My face, and your aroma fills my lungs,
It's like I can feel your lips and flesh
In my mouth;
I can taste your skin on my tongue
And it's as if you're a part of me
Again.
ryan
Written by
ryan  Seattle
(Seattle)   
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