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Dec 2017
i imagine your lips must be as soft as a feather.
every night i dream of you, in my dream we are both lovers, draining the night away with our acts.
i imagine your body, with my hands on it.
wishing i can actually touch it.
your face made my head spin in lust, i am drowning in my own ***** thoughts.
anya
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anya  20/F/jakarta
(20/F/jakarta)   
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