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Sep 2018
Her
The way you touch her **** slanted thighs,
Caressing her skin as you hear her moan,
You’ll know what she wants when you see her eyes,
To brand her body, to make her your own.
She saw both good and bad life has to give,
Her body became a cushion for rest,
Her feelings are hidden inside her sieve,
Always in a cycle of being undressed.
Marthin
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Marthin  22/M/PH
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