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The touch of a fingertip down the spine; Your kiss tastes a little like coffee, more like sugar- Sweet, raw. And you undress me with your brown eyes... I fall in your arms- shaking, almost half alive. An ice cube between your lips, melts. Pearly beads all over my ******* And then we make love- You keep me half alive.
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Oct 24, 2017
Oct 24, 2017 at 3:14 AM UTC
Morning ***
The touch of a fingertip down the spine; Your kiss tastes a little like coffee, more like sugar- Sweet, raw. And you undress me with your brown eyes... I fall in your arms- shaking, almost half alive. An ice cube between your lips, melts. Pearly beads all over my ******* And then we make love- You keep me half alive.
Oh how I miss you. I made coffee today, just the way you liked. Too sweet, a little too sweet. And I pulled down my curtains, and I let the smell of coffee intoxicate the air inside my room until all I could feel was you all over me. I miss you so much.
#love#passion#fire#alive#body#skin
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ankitasarma1996
20/F/India
Oct 24, 2017
Oct 24, 2017 at 3:14 AM UTC
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