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Feb 2017
Hot wax eating into your skin
Pain pleasure as we run through the mystical grass
Lips moist I run my finger across slowly
Legs hot
Thoughts of *******
Thoughts of sweet caress
I want more
I want more
Ropes unbound
Your freedom is felt
The candle dances as the wax slowly drips
You  glide savagely
I am yours as you are mine
As we melt umder the all knowing bliss under the watchful eye of the full moon
Written by
Yz Doo
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