Oct 2014

By Arcassin Burnham

Carrying you,
Molding you,
Loving you,
Grabbing by the hips,
Kissing soft lips,
Sometimes I braid your hair,
Even comb it if I have to,
Killing my heart softly,
I got you right next to me,
Smiles everywhere,
Playing sensual tones,
Do you know I'm not the same guy I use be when I met you,

- "there's something I want to say to you"
- "Is something wrong?"
- " I have H.I.V".

Arcassin B
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Arcassin B  19/M/Palm Coast , FL
(19/M/Palm Coast , FL)   
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