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Mar 2017
My lips would roam
not only on your lips
but down to your neck
and your thighs.

Will you blame me
for missing the times
I get to kiss you?

My dear,
I'm a mess
but I miss you.
[ I smooched the hell out of you ]
A Tango
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A Tango  Philippines
(Philippines)   
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