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Apr 2016
missing your touch,
needing your desire,
quenching the thirst that needs to be quelled
shivering hands needing comfort
my body aches for you
thrashing about in ecstasy as i think of you
your brimming dark hazel amber eyes entrance me into a drunken state of ****** stupor
as your body & voice ravishes me to the highest heights.
lynnia hans
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lynnia hans  georgia
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