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Jul 22
A pretty face is my weakness
Her beautiful smile grabs my collar and seals off the connection between my mouth and my brain
I can't speak, as I just swallow back my saliva trying to quench my thirst for some good loving
Quench my thirst so that I can truly be
Written by
Brown African Man  20/M/Harare
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