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Nov 2016
I’m an addict
I love the rush
Of the way it feels
When her lips meet mine
And her hands
Graze over me
Ever so gently
As we are sitting in silence
Because words cannot express
The value of our love
And the way it feels
To exist at the same time
And in the same world
That she does.
Written by
Dahlya  Florida
(Florida)   
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