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Jul 2010
Your red rosey plush lips,
I must have touching mine.

Running my fingers through your hair,
I must feel your thoughts.

Gently caressing your face tracing every corner,
I must feel the face of a angel.

Your soft hands on my chest,
I must let you touch my beating heart.


I have quite an addiction on you my love,
I must have you because your my drug...

Over dosing on your love is my way telling you..
I got to have you always and forever more.
juan zavala
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