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Mar 2014
Heart beating on my finger tip
Covered in new dew
Body thrusts Moans of lust
Laying here feeling you
Words held, silent in a spell
Suspended energy yells
My body quakes anew
Body slams quick thrusts quake
All it takes is thoughts of you
I come alive through and though
Emotional body unit partake
Here comes our next quake ; )
Miss Kiss My Bliss
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Miss Kiss My Bliss  Down Stairs
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