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Nov 2019
A stride nearer and I would feel the love rush they call warmth.

A little warmer and I would meet the trap they call lips.

An inch closer and I would taste the ****** they call slaver.

A step nigher and I would experience the bliss they call the first kiss.

~AllTheLovePS
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