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Feb 2014
Riding in the car brings back so many old memories.
When the car hits a bump all I can think of is your body writhing under me.

As we turn the corner,
I remember the endless curves on your body.

When we get out of the car,
I can almost feel your arms reaching for me to come back to you.
Faith
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Faith  19/Cisgender Female/MS
(19/Cisgender Female/MS)   
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