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May 2016
He caresses my cheek softly with his lips
His hands are tracing my hips
He leans closer to bask in my scent
His body is close, my head is bent
He kisses my forehead ever so soft
His bed is roughly the size of this loft
He holds me tight
His mouth whispers "good- night"
He hugs me like in a move scene
He's my King and I'm His Queen
Victoria
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Victoria  27/Gender Fluid
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