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Your fingertips run along every inch of my skin, evoking a kind of fiery passion from within; close enough to feel the warmth of your breath and hear the sound of your gasp, as our bodies entwine in desire and I am held within your grasp.
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Apr 4, 2018
Apr 4, 2018 at 7:21 PM UTC
Desire
Your fingertips run along every inch of my skin, evoking a kind of fiery passion from within; close enough to feel the warmth of your breath and hear the sound of your gasp, as our bodies entwine in desire and I am held within your grasp.
Shannon-Perry
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Apr 4, 2018
Apr 4, 2018 at 7:21 PM UTC
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