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Jun 2016
The warmth of the sun on my neck as I leant in...
The breeze, blowing a strand of hair across her face...
Her blush as I slowly caress her cheek and brush the amazing hair away from her perfect eyes...

The way that she licked her beautiful red lips...
Birds chirping and the crashwaves rolling in...
Her, nervously chewing her bottom lip as she looks up at me...

The taste of her lips, as I press them against my own, the sun burning on the back of my neck.
Her hair blowing in the breeze, blowing everywhere,
But neither of us stopping as we're lost in that moment.

My hands rest on her cheeks, hers around my shoulders...
The sand beneath our feet, and the dunes behind us, picture it...
Yeah. Bit weird not gonna lie,
Saint Jimmy
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Saint Jimmy  20/M/Portsmouth
(20/M/Portsmouth)   
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   Karishma
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