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Jul 2020
Soft and intimate
your lips brush the inside of my wrist.
The jump of my pulse
shows you've been missed.
Its moments like this
relaxing in the afternoon sun
with your sweet lips
I come undone.
sarah crouse
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sarah crouse  18/Gender Fluid/south africa
(18/Gender Fluid/south africa)   
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