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Sep 2019
you licked the cherry off my skin
blushes risen from your soft lips
kissing me in the dark
you do that to me
making me crave for your touch
whispers of ***** things
sitting ontop of your warm thighs
i stare into your dark brown eyes
you pumped up with weeds
i starts to pull off your jeans.
OLIVE KROSS
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