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Styles May 2014
You will be surprised at how well I improvise, between your lips and mine, I got it covered and I hope you don't mind. Us taking the time out, to cross signals, where ever we minds. This present, is our past time, making thins come together, one last time. Never say never, but not this time. The eyes never tell lies;mesmerized look in your eyes,  after you taste our surprise. It's only a matter of time, before what's yours, is mine; our lips collide, my tongue slide, inside; side-to-side. Licking your lips, slick, they glide. I'm outlining yours with mine, tracing your smile. Your tongue, teasing, taking our sweet time. I, kept my eyes, open, hoping, we could see eye-to-eye, but your eyes were closed- finally got it right this time.

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