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Oct 2018
She was honey,
she moved slowly towards me,
filling me with anticipation,
awaiting for her gentle touch.

Her sweet smell, intoxicating.
A product of feminine natural beauty
I long for a taste of her euphoric nectar.
Written by
Chloe W
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   Wyatt
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