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Aug 2013
Nothing* *tastes as good
As his lips
When they're
On mine.

Nothing feels as right
As his hands
When they're
Traveling down
My skin.

Nothing is as perfect
As our bodies are
When we're
On each other.
Β© Natali Veronica 2013.
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