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Jun 2014
Baby Blue eyes same color as the skies
Raining raindrops with her cries.
Tender lips reminisce of red liquorish.
Tastes sweeter than a French Kiss.
Full ruby red lips stick to her lipstick;
As our lips stick; a cute little trick.
All those curves; hugging those hips.
Turn me on with a twist.
Chocolate brown hair flows like a river,
Past her cheeks, crashing over her shoulders,
And rest on her peaks. As our eyes meet.
Got each other wrapped, circles, around each other;
Change of pace; we both beat our heartbeat; one after another.
Styles
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Styles  NYC
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   Jennifer Weiss
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