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Our thighs touch, salty from the ocean, which I saw in your eyes when we first met. I want to touch you, your hands, your hair, strands made of gold, like the sun that kisses your skin during the summer. I don't know what it is about you, but it was more than enough, to make me fall in the abyss of infatuation, at the beach.
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Aug 28, 2019
Aug 28, 2019 at 3:14 PM UTC
In the backseat
Our thighs touch, salty from the ocean, which I saw in your eyes when we first met. I want to touch you, your hands, your hair, strands made of gold, like the sun that kisses your skin during the summer. I don't know what it is about you, but it was more than enough, to make me fall in the abyss of infatuation, at the beach.
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21/Non-binary/Portugal
Aug 28, 2019
Aug 28, 2019 at 3:14 PM UTC
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