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Sep 2020
I can feel your touch, flowing through me.
The air on my breath, cold as the winter’s air.
I can’t explain it.
I feel cold, but I feel warm.
Drown me with your touch.
Pour into me your thoughts, your every desire.
Melt into me, soak me in your love.
Meg Thompson
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Meg Thompson  28/F/Indiana
(28/F/Indiana)   
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     Colm, --- and Anthony Pierre
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