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Sep 2020
One look into your eyes and I feel an electric tingle from in-between my legs,
Our lips cling as if they were magnetic.
Our tongues dance, and your hands start to roam.
Removing each particle of clothing from off each other.
Revealing nothing but the most vulnerable layers of ourselves.
Mel
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Mel  22/F
(22/F)   
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   David P Carroll
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