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Oct 2013
The tip of his nose to mine,
as our hips moved towards and away.
My arm around his shoulders,
his fingers in my hair.
As he tried to get up to finish,
I automaticly pulled him back in and
cried out:
Stay with me!
He did,
pressed his body against me,
but somehow both of us knew
I wasn't talking about ***.
Written by
Sinai
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