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That taste, that warmth. Oh goodness, it was like heaven. Your lips, so soft. Your skin. Our lips touching. It was like our souls were trying to reach each other. And eventually, they did. Kissing you, felt like making love. Making love on your lips, Dancing on the starts, on your lips. I yearn, I long for another kiss of yours. It was out of the normal, it was too special. So special I can't describe it in words. Make love on my lips.
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Aug 7, 2017
Aug 7, 2017 at 3:22 AM UTC
Making love on your lips
That taste, that warmth. Oh goodness, it was like heaven. Your lips, so soft. Your skin. Our lips touching. It was like our souls were trying to reach each other. And eventually, they did. Kissing you, felt like making love. Making love on your lips, Dancing on the starts, on your lips. I yearn, I long for another kiss of yours. It was out of the normal, it was too special. So special I can't describe it in words. Make love on my lips.
mila-berlioz
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Aug 7, 2017
Aug 7, 2017 at 3:22 AM UTC
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