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3d
The warmth of your breath against my neck,
your beard as it caresses my cheek,
your eyes as they meet my lips,
your fingers twirling a strand of my hair,
the letters of my name tip toeing off your tongue,
they demand my heart to burst in love with you.
دema flutter
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دema flutter  22/F
(22/F)   
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