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Jan 2014
I love how even when you're gone,
your scent stays
and welcomes me back to bed with open arms.
And if I let my mind go long enough,
I can feel phantom hands of yours.
Your lips still tease my neck.

Love induced pressure.
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   MKJ and Eulalie
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