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Jun 2020
We sit outside during the thunder storm,
bright white lights pass through our seems.
we sit there in silence, hands collapsed warmly in each others laced finger tips.
We give one stare into the depths of our eyes and slowly lean in for what i call a breath of fresh air, one true, loving, deep and mesmerizing kiss.
Feeling your soul as we connect, the soft layer of your wet tongue surpasses my lips with a gentle tickling touch.
Longing to feel you, never wanting to let go, you are the lover of my only dark soul.
Sat outside tonight with my lover and the thunder storm was coming down hard while we laced our love together under the darkened night sky.
Rosemary Porretta
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Rosemary Porretta  22/F/Canada
(22/F/Canada)   
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