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Dec 2018
You start with the cheek
warm against the cold
the embrace leaves me weak
and your hand I take hold
but the passion grows stronger
as you move in near
please linger longer
can't conquer my fear
but those lips they caress
gingerly against my own
the first is a mess
but the craving has grown
until I phene
on the taste of your nicotine
Sarah Spencer
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Sarah Spencer  19/F/Indiana
(19/F/Indiana)   
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     --- and farthest star
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