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Feb 2014
Opalescent eyes,
She crawled on top of me and kissed my neck.

My dark oak hair layed out on the blanket in all directions,
Like a sunflower of stands.

She was there above me, with only one layer of shirt on,
The air was cold and I could see the temperature in her *******.

Her legs spread across my lap,
She could feel me turn harder,
And she smiled.
Thank god it stopped early.
Still one of my best memories from April.

"Let's see each other tomorrow. Your house. Can you pick me up?"
We almost did it again.
Completely.
Marshall CB Hiatt
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Marshall CB Hiatt  21/M/Salt Lake City
(21/M/Salt Lake City)   
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