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Apr 2020
The lips of the woman I love, intoxicating.

The way she suckled on my lower lip,
Spellbinding.

Her body convulses with mine, in the sacred bond of the bedroom.


She is mine.
"Just the two of us."

December 2017.
Batchelor
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Batchelor  30/M/Singapore
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