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Aug 2019
His gentle touch
caressing her face
licking his lips
anticipating her taste

Her eyes staring
at his mouth
awaiting the embrace
anxious with haste

Their lips touch
heart beats race
pulling her closer
tongues together pacing
bodies grinding
waist to waist
no time wasting
climb maxing
to the destiny
that awaits
them
Styles
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Styles  NYC
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