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Feb 2014
the music plays slow
with each step across the floor
the taste is electric
as she motions towards the door
but as soon as we're there
she's not sad anymore
from wanting you so bad
like I never have before

the night goes on
as we climb upstairs to her room
notice the look of her skin
as it reflects off the moon
but as soon as we're there
it seems she's up too no good
from the touch of her lips
and the way that she moves
Rick Snow
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Rick Snow  23/M/Maine
(23/M/Maine)   
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