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Nov 2014
don't bury your ardor.
leave plum bruises on my blanched frame
as you kiss me harder.
let me hear the way your voice trembles when you whisper my name,
please. no holds barred, sir.
just go ahead and rekindle the flame
that burns like liquor.
cecelia
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cecelia  20/Cisgender Female/Memphis
(20/Cisgender Female/Memphis)   
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