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1d
Waiting for you is the least expected thing for me. But right now, that's what I'm doing.
So desperate to let myself soak in your presence filled with heartfelt feelings.
Let your eyes find my eyes deep inside. Let your raw breath be the breath I feel. Let your moustache be the reason for the pain of my philtrum.
Let your soft lips caress my earline.
Written by
Amulya Sharma  19/F/India
(19/F/India)   
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