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Dec 2014
pitter patter of my heart
rhythm stop, rhythm start.

brush my skin, hear me sigh,
dripping lust, here where we lie.

your eyes soft, but also cruel,
your hands fire, my body fuel.

night was hell bent, but also well spent,
you knew no care, so I didn't dare,

so for tonight I'll let you take me,
well aware sunrise will break me.
Beth Richter
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Beth Richter
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     ---, BF, vamsi sai mohan, --- and ---
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