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Jun 2017
That moment
When her lips are your favourite lollipop
And her skin tastes like ice cream melting in your tongue,
The flavour drools godly juice.

That moment when the rythm are two beating hearts,
The winds outside take over
And you take shelter sheltering her.
David Cunha
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David Cunha  27/M/Portugal
(27/M/Portugal)   
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