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The language of lips at the waste side A bottle of whiskey on our tongues And the sound of sibilance between our hips Pure and utter Bliss
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Sep 15, 2014
Sep 15, 2014 at 9:22 PM UTC
in Slow Languid Love
The language of lips at the waste side A bottle of whiskey on our tongues And the sound of sibilance between our hips Pure and utter Bliss
Lifesabeach
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Sep 15, 2014
Sep 15, 2014 at 9:22 PM UTC
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