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Jun 2021
my lips have found yours
under the rain
we both have our raincoats
on, the same beige colorΒ Β 
pressing my lips on yours
hold you real tight
when the cat in my arms
hardly breaths stuck between our pleasure-driven bodies
and meows between our trembling souls and racing hearts
Written by
zozek
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