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Gaze at the turn of events myself lost in translation A purging of the mind A long awaited ************ that leaves me breathless with little sensation but a warm body with coldly felt inclinations Turn over repeat Thighs apart take the heat Turn over repeat Want of lust Love the sheets
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Feb 3, 2013
Feb 3, 2013 at 1:33 AM UTC
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Gaze at the turn of events myself lost in translation A purging of the mind A long awaited ************ that leaves me breathless with little sensation but a warm body with coldly felt inclinations Turn over repeat Thighs apart take the heat Turn over repeat Want of lust Love the sheets
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Feb 3, 2013
Feb 3, 2013 at 1:33 AM UTC
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