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Jul 2016
His touch lingered on her skin,
His breath fogged her vision and the conscience within.
His nuzzle tickled her control and made it quiver,
But though her heart was racing by now, her body did not shiver.
His fingers drew a map over her hand,
Her body gave way and was ready to surrender to this man.
Chills down the spine with his each touch,
She knew if she didn't move away she'd give in to the lust.
A smooth caress over her neck was enough,
She knew if she didn't move away she'd redefine her status of love..
Meshuka Rayamajhi
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Meshuka Rayamajhi  18/F/Nepal
(18/F/Nepal)   
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