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Apr 2013
My lust gurgles in the back of my throat
like a thirst to have your skin beneath my lips.
I want your warmth to surround me and course through my body
like a hot gulp of bitter and black house blend.
When I hold you I want my hands to feel the heat of your blood
and the pumping of your heart;
I want my hands to feel safe in your heat.
Your taste makes my lips tingle with adrenaline,
as if I would do anything to take you all in at once.
Every day, I crave you deep and intensely life coffee.
Lieve
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Lieve  Over the Moon
(Over the Moon)   
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     Christina and Lieve
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