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Mar 2019
trembling hands and parted lips
wandering fingers find your hips
hold me close and hold me fast
let this waking daydream last
blushing cheeks and flushing skin
in crumpled sheets we hide our sin
it's over and it's just begun;
you touch me and I come undone
you always put me back together again afterwards
Beth Bayliss
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Beth Bayliss  19/F/England
(19/F/England)   
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       ---, Kitt, Aspen S and Fawn
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