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Apr 2013
There is a deep pleasure vibrating inside of me and it's reflected in your juices washing
away
the
shaving               cream.

It’s your total surrender

The pulsating of your veins.

Pushing against a mixture of rough and breathtakingly soft skin…

I often mistake your shyness as a rejection because I could
                         die
buried in your black hair.
Written by
Savoir
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