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Aug 2013
all I dream of is how
he touches me
my weakness
nape of my neck
his hand slides up
God I love it
when he plays me so well
I bite lips
that he said
he loved kissing
my *******
that softly gifted into his hands
Experiments with style.

I wrote this end to start.
Written by
Amelia Jo Anne  Canada
(Canada)   
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