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Sep 2018
You run your hand over my thigh. I look into your eyes and there's a galaxy above us. Stars are shining down on to us and I am blinded. Blinded not by the stars but by the look you are giving me. Baby I surrender to everything that is you.
cozyjune
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cozyjune  18/F/Indianapolis
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