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Apr 2016
A single strain of your blonde hair in my bed remind me of the words we've said , Bodies pressed together, face to face no such thing as personal space. Your nails leaving marks on my back as I whisper in your ear and tell you I love you back. Lightly kissing your neck to drive you crazy in all the right ways, effortless because you've got me in a daze in all the best ways.
Preston Brida
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Preston Brida  Pitrsburgh
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