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Timing

It wasn't my first time I was nervous all but still Once is enough to turn her off and she was not one to lose. I prepped the house! My feet could not stop moving! My ears became tuned to the sound of my phone shes coming The night was calm her touch inviting nervous energy connecting us beating hearts with trembling hands Then your music played and the game was played soft, gentle, intimate Hot, rough, passionate The night calmed once again we smiled and laughed, talked and slept Many more nights such followed, three months passed of passions play....has now thus been ended. I stole you, then you stole me Now you have let me go for another I know as only he. The game is up. Cold, Sad, loss
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trevor-comeau
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Aug 12, 2013
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