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Jan 2019
A shot here
and another there.
I let it all control me
the warmth spreading well.

Then everything turned blurry,
my head spinning with emotion.
Your figure embedded in my mind,
I guess I found my devotion.

Your sweet succulent lips
silently pulling me in.
Numerous onlookers,
Your lips are my sin.

You're the drug
and I'm your victim.
Pull me closer
I'm helplessly addicted.
Andrea
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Andrea  22/Genderqueer
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     denise, A Simillacrum and Garrett Johnson
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