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May 2017
Tension fills the air
First to be alone in a room
Scent of her perfume
As I pressed my nose against her neck
While I gently caress her hair

Hand touches skin unknown
Mouth exploring areas below her head
As I lay her down in her bed
She let out a sweet sound
Of a warm, feeble moan

Whispering me my name
Sends waves down my spine
Evidently, the night's hers and mine
Hours passed, love was made
Now we're people who's never the same
J
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J  25/M/MNL
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