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May 2018
Skin as soft as silk,
All I think about is the brush of your silk against my bare lips.

So soft, so needed.
As if taking a long needed gulp of cold, fresh water.

Your silk only brings me warmth,
A warmth I've longed for my whole life,
Brushed deeply & simply against me.
TheGirlwiththeAurelianEyes
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TheGirlwiththeAurelianEyes  19/F
(19/F)   
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