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May 2014
I can't help but imagine
Tracing those perfect lips
With my fingertips
Softly down your sides to your hips
My arms around your waist
I wonder how you taste
my minds in this odd place
Between wanting to make you my own
And knowing I should slow down
I'm not even sure... Honestly. No clue who this is about. Kinda just the ideal person in my mind I guess.
Lone Wolf
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Lone Wolf
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