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Sep 22
Craving your skin on mine,
missing every whimper and whine.
Foreheads together,
breaths mingling,
teeth pulling lips,
hands gripping hips,
hold gets tighter.
Succumb to me.
Come for me.💜
A soft sigh in the night.
Eyes drift closed.
Body needs rest.
Deep, peaceful slumber.
Ren Sturgis
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Ren Sturgis  20/FTM/Florida
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