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Brycical Jun 2014
One moment,
I'm held in a sensuous tango embrace,
our lips a tongue's width apart.
Passional, honey lavender breath
melts me, caressing my cheeks,
licking my ear
When suddenly I'm smacked on the ***.

God is a terribly cheeking dancer partner,
likes to keep me on my toes.
inspired by Rabia.

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