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Jan 2022
i wish my mind would wonder
away from the thought of
your soft thighs,
lips pressed against mine,
i want every bit of your time,
i want to remind you
of the first time
you felt my tongue against you,
if only you had read all the stories i wrote on your skin with my lips
god i’m so ******* ****** i don’t know, this is from november
max
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max  16/M/fin
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