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Jul 12
She guided My Hands,
so I could paint Her Canvas.
It was in the City of Rome,
that I lay on Her Campus.
The Night was Young,
as I held My Precious Treasure.
We started on a Journey,
in search for a little Pleasure.
We crawled into Bed,
in the same old Fashion.
Our Heartbeats arose,
pouring out Our Passion.
Our Midnight Romance,
had a Delicious Taste.
As My Lips ran down,
Her Beautiful Waist.
Written by
Savio Fonseca  M/India
(M/India)   
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