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He leaned forward and I did also.. His hand was playing with my hair Mine on his cheek.. Beautiful he was And secret this is... He moved in so did I... What a lovely momment to be alive to feel his lips on mine... And my hands always locked in his..
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Jan 4, 2013
Jan 4, 2013 at 1:58 AM UTC
Kiss
He leaned forward and I did also.. His hand was playing with my hair Mine on his cheek.. Beautiful he was And secret this is... He moved in so did I... What a lovely momment to be alive to feel his lips on mine... And my hands always locked in his..
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Jan 4, 2013
Jan 4, 2013 at 1:58 AM UTC
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