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Sep 2018
Velvet fingertips taste your lips, followed by lace hearts.

Listening to dusty thoughts across the room, soft and grainy notes of a record.

Peach cheek brushes against yours, and those silk lips whisper beautiful nothings.

Those velvet fingertips follow your profile, leaving a warm flush.
Elisabeth
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Elisabeth  23/F
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