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She was honey, she moved slowly towards me, filling me with anticipation, awaiting for her gentle touch. Her sweet smell, intoxicating. A product of feminine natural beauty I long for a taste of her euphoric nectar.
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Oct 17, 2018
Oct 17, 2018 at 5:34 PM UTC
Honey
She was honey, she moved slowly towards me, filling me with anticipation, awaiting for her gentle touch. Her sweet smell, intoxicating. A product of feminine natural beauty I long for a taste of her euphoric nectar.
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Oct 17, 2018
Oct 17, 2018 at 5:34 PM UTC
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