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Aug 27
We surrender
to our passion
and we lick the nectar
that sticks to the arousal

With whispers, sighs
moans and the shouts
that people shout
when they don't behave

but have taken off their clothes
and celebrate the love
which makes their lives special

love, licking
the nectar
each other
Collection "Imprints Masks"
Zywa
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Zywa
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   Weeping willow
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