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Jan 2021
It’s in the good morning texts
And the look of pain when he smacks my ***
The way you tease me about Joanne
And spray cologne to visit me on a Sunday afternoon.

It’s in the way you stroke the crest where scalp meets face
Brushing my hair behind my ears
And then stroke where legs meet hips
Making my toes curl and back arch

I love you.
Heather
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Heather  30/F/NJ
(30/F/NJ)   
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     Eshwara Prasad and Khoisan
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