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May 2017
...
Your kiss is like poison rushing trough my veins
Just the thought of you drives me insane
You are bad for me, yet it feels so good
This rush is addicting,
Your body is my drug...
And your touch is my weakness.
Thinking about...
Written by
Anastasia Kali
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