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May 2020
Observing the detailed lines of my curves, eyes and lips; he touched my soul in all its tainted glory.
Passion is like the rhythm we tune in as we danced away to an ****** beat;
Burned with flame, seeking home and romance in each other's company.
Lost in an ecstasy
Shunned away from reality.
Ritz Writes
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Ritz Writes  24/F/Shillong
   Fawn and Bogdan Dragos
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