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Apr 2018
All I know is it’s rare to have this feeling
your love is infinitely appealing
got my mind bent and turned gone... high above my cream colored ceiling
desireble desirable dreams about your stimulating ****** healing
night after night we’ll play under the covers biting moaning talking **** squealing
sorry I didn’t mean to be so blunt forceful sexually revealing
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