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May 2014
It was a warm night but the moon look cold . I touch your body but my action weren't bold. I kiss your cheek wanting to bite your neck. I huge you but my thoughts are filthy. I must not let the my actions take the best of me. I let you go and I turn away . The night is young for this foolish game
Think
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   Terri Josephine and patty m
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