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Feb 2020
The wind sneaks up on me,
And lightly caresses my body.
Hands so soft, yet so firm.

A kiss on the cheek,
And disappears once again,
Leaving me to wonder
If she ever missed me.
Ayn
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Ayn  20/M/Wherever I May Roam
(20/M/Wherever I May Roam)   
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