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Jun 2017
I want you.
In my arms.
On my lips.
In my bed,hardened grips.
Silent moans and loud pleasurable screams.
Against the wall,with love making scars.
Take me to my high and I'll take you to yours.
Counter tops to cold hard floors,sweat running down your glistened body.
Endless hours in ****** sensitivity.
Take it slow going rough.
Ruffled hair and heavy breathing.
A mountain peek ****** and I'll ride you down.
A feeling like this , every motion is worth remembering with that special someone
Moeshfiekah
Written by
Moeshfiekah  19/F/Cape town
(19/F/Cape town)   
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     ---, India Hares and rose
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