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Sep 27
I crave the taste, the forbidden sip,
The abyss between your waxed lips.
Where silence meets desire’s call,
In that tender space, I fall.

A fleeting kiss, a secret shared,
In the depths of longing, we are bared.

Your lips, a sanctuary sweet,
Where every touch, our souls meet.
In the curve of passion's grip,
I wish to linger, in that intimate dip
Styles
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Styles  NYC
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