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Dec 2014
Little do you know,
When you kiss my skin,
You steal a piece of my soul.

Little do you know,
That my body aches for your touch,
As my legs wriggle and they turn to mush.

Can you see?
What all it is that you do to me?

But little do you know,
I'm on the verge of a final flee.
priscillaislove
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