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Mar 2022
it felt good
  sun on my skin
dark lips dark skin
           soft skin but rough hands
give threats, sharp threats, sharp jawline
and felt nice to have his eyes on me
          felt nice to have eyes on me

ripening, falling off the tree, in my early prime,
getting better, I ate all stares, eyes caressing my
*****, my pressing lights, they gave short shallow breaths,
I gave deep volume, high volume, fluffy, ready to breed,
and fun dancing

still a teenager at heart, still young in mind,
still a girl at heart, still young in body, still
still in life
acacia
Written by
acacia  F/orbis
(F/orbis)   
98
   preston
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