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Jan 2021
Put that playlist on;

the one you like.

Your chest against mine
we share a heartbeat

I can count the freckles with my tongue.

How alive you are right now.

it's a kiss, a touch, a lick
it's this moment we have right now so
let's not waste a second

Make love until the room smells like *******,
and your rich vocabulary is reduced to
"harder"
Written by
Franz Bruck  25/Montreal
(25/Montreal)   
173
   Imran Islam
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