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Jan 2014
I touch soft skin
I feel rough bits of skin pulled dried out
New layers begin
I rub softly warps
Ripples burn my flesh
Flaking falling into my bed
Sting, Sizzle Still Alive
I am Fed
I wanted more I always do
One more set of Scratches for you to view
I rub it softly, oh so softly
Once, Again
Pull the sheet down
Let me see your hips
Drag those Nails down leg rails
Sizzle Hits with a Twist
Sensation to confuse my body
Now with nothing to lose
Your doing it on purpose to keep me guessing
Not knowing the next sensation
Is truly a blessing
We are past the point We were before
Kiss the Pain on My Burning Bliss
I vibrate, shutter a smiling mess
Miss Kiss My Bliss
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Miss Kiss My Bliss  Down Stairs
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