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They smile at me sincerely. They all think I am a well behaved woman. Nobody knows. It's all my own. Delicious secret . Fine wine is the taste of my lovers lips. Pulled the shades down tight. How could I love so much?
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Oct 3, 2012
Oct 3, 2012 at 2:55 PM UTC
Secret Heart
They smile at me sincerely. They all think I am a well behaved woman. Nobody knows. It's all my own. Delicious secret . Fine wine is the taste of my lovers lips. Pulled the shades down tight. How could I love so much?
sarah-lemarier
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Oct 3, 2012
Oct 3, 2012 at 2:55 PM UTC
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