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Aug 2019
My heart becomes a whisper
My hands becomes my life guards
Am I going to deep?
Should I retreat...me?
Retreat?
Softly moving the universe to your nakedness
Your eyes search my inmost being
Here you are to world you never seen
Vains pulsating maturity
Regretfully tasting your certainty
The only thing that stings the most was the day you told me you didn’t want nothing to do with me
..me?
But I’ve stuck closer then breath?
Why kick me out like ***** pet..
You know me ...and now months away I play the song we dance to
The scent of your chest is evident
The only thing I can think about
Is “I should of ****** you instead of having ***”.
Weird thing to think about but I should of gave it ruff
So I could wipe off what was left of your talking hips and seductive lips.
SHOULD OF NEVR GSVE YOU TRUST WHEN YOU ONLY WANTED ***,
Should .... kept my self but I don’t even know myself ...
Mr Xelle
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Mr Xelle  29/M/United States
(29/M/United States)   
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