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Apr 2014
face pressed near to mine
harsh bristles of yr stubble
rub my chin and cheek
even as your lips are silk
your eyes are biting

hands on hips and ****
i get so lost in it

and then i count the reasons not to want you
Written by
K Bruxx  Leeds
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