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Aug 2013
all I dream of is how
he touches me

he touches me
my weakness

my weakness
nape of the neck

nape of the neck
his hand slides up

his hand slides up
God I love it

God I love it
when he plays me so well

when he plays me so well
I bite lips

I bite lips
he said

he said
he loved kissing

he loved kissing
my *******

my *******
that softly gifted into his hands
(how I want it to be read)
Written by
Amelia Jo Anne  Canada
(Canada)   
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