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The test is How casually I can press my lips Against his. While staying both passionate And disconnected. I have some faith in my ability to do this, Because part of growing up Is letting go of every expectation. Revised: I was taking a test In how casually I could press My lips Against his. While staying both passionate And disconnected. It was ease enough. Until he opened himself up And let me in. Ive been falling for some time But its not so bad, with his hand in mine.
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Jan 18, 2015
Jan 18, 2015 at 10:37 PM UTC
The Test
The test is How casually I can press my lips Against his. While staying both passionate And disconnected. I have some faith in my ability to do this, Because part of growing up Is letting go of every expectation. Revised: I was taking a test In how casually I could press My lips Against his. While staying both passionate And disconnected. It was ease enough. Until he opened himself up And let me in. Ive been falling for some time But its not so bad, with his hand in mine.
alex-nabozny
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Jan 18, 2015
Jan 18, 2015 at 10:37 PM UTC
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