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Apr 2019
Fluttering notes of silk,
I taste on the tip of your tongue.
Those honeyed dulcet lips,
electric Kama they have brung.
Tender waves of desire,
tracing every inch of my skin.
Poetic fibers full of curiosity,
body begging for you to sin.
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Esmé
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Esmé  28/F/Arkansas
(28/F/Arkansas)   
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