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May 2012
I bet his kisses are soft and gentle. His touch soft, and faint. The impression of his lips imprinted in my mind, where I keep those secret things. The way he smiles not just with his lips, but with his eyes. Oh those eyes how they sparkle, and I hope that they smile for me . I hope I'm doing something right here; I may have to take a risk. But, only good can come from this. Still, I'd love to feel his kiss.
Morgan sb
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Morgan sb  24/F/California
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