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Looking at you is like walking through an exquisite gallery full of the most beautiful paintings in existence Fascinating, overwhelming, I cannot help but get lost in each brushstroke Touching you is like the very first hit of the finest herbal medicine high up in the mountains Rough, calming, I cannot help but inhale until you fill up my lungs and leave me dazed Kissing you is like a taking long, slow drink from the most eloquent wine on a balcony in France Sweet, sultry, I cannot help but pour another glass Making love to you is like biting into a delicious meal seasoned to perfection cooked just right Mouthwatering, satisfying, I cannot help but overindulge in my cravings for an extra helping
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May 24, 2018
May 24, 2018 at 11:30 PM UTC
You Are My Vice
Looking at you is like walking through an exquisite gallery full of the most beautiful paintings in existence Fascinating, overwhelming, I cannot help but get lost in each brushstroke Touching you is like the very first hit of the finest herbal medicine high up in the mountains Rough, calming, I cannot help but inhale until you fill up my lungs and leave me dazed Kissing you is like a taking long, slow drink from the most eloquent wine on a balcony in France Sweet, sultry, I cannot help but pour another glass Making love to you is like biting into a delicious meal seasoned to perfection cooked just right Mouthwatering, satisfying, I cannot help but overindulge in my cravings for an extra helping
erica-garcia
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May 24, 2018
May 24, 2018 at 11:30 PM UTC
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