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Nov 2013
there is the rocking of hips,
a gentle pressing of lips,
my hands splayed on your chest,
fingers along the curve of my breast,
because when i am not wide awake,
it is my dreams that you do make.
17. Nov. 2013
Written by
Julie Grace
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