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Days I wake, wanting to be your wife- take your clothes from the floor, throw away your old food, tell you I've got things to do as I kiss you good-bye, tip-toed, while you fix your top button and I reach, arms bent, to your shoulders and wait til you're done with that **** button so you can wrap two hands round my waist to humor me with an open eyed peck to the side of wanton lips.
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Sep 8, 2015
Sep 8, 2015 at 8:01 PM UTC
Morning Reverie
Days I wake, wanting to be your wife- take your clothes from the floor, throw away your old food, tell you I've got things to do as I kiss you good-bye, tip-toed, while you fix your top button and I reach, arms bent, to your shoulders and wait til you're done with that **** button so you can wrap two hands round my waist to humor me with an open eyed peck to the side of wanton lips.
amanda-mcelroy
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Sep 8, 2015
Sep 8, 2015 at 8:01 PM UTC
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