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The smell of wine on her breath, the feeling of her fingers through the fibre of my clothing, the scent of her alluring hair underneath my chin. My hands remained out in front of me, daring to touch her, caress her. The temptation is there for me to kiss her, to embrace her, to tell her everything will be fine...
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Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 9:51 PM UTC
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The smell of wine on her breath, the feeling of her fingers through the fibre of my clothing, the scent of her alluring hair underneath my chin. My hands remained out in front of me, daring to touch her, caress her. The temptation is there for me to kiss her, to embrace her, to tell her everything will be fine...
chris-reyes
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Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 9:51 PM UTC
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