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Jul 2020
Your breathing on my skin
your lips on my hips
if tomorrow never comes
don’t stop
your hands in my hair
I’m gasping for air
****** me if you dare
in this bed that we share
even though we are lying
it feels like we’re flying
FullmoonFlower
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FullmoonFlower  28/F/Scandinavia
(28/F/Scandinavia)   
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