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Mar 2014
In your presence,
I get drank with ****** realities
those sensual lips of yours
Transmute me to the giant gate of ecstasy
Your adept fingers
extracts amorous symphonies
From the deep well of my within...
And your touch mon amour
Invites butterflies into me, down to my **** ...
Honeydrops
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Honeydrops  27/F/Calabar
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