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May 2020
Your look
The anticipation
Your scent
It stained my flesh
Your lips
The softest yet
Your hands
They left me aching
Your touch
Left me quaking
Your taste
My favorite yet
Our embrace
You won’t forget
Styles
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Styles  NYC
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