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Supreet sharma Jun 2017
Your hands on my thigh
Touching my lows and high,
killing my each nerve
That calefaction of your curves,
your lips on mine
i surely committed a crime,
In search of love and lust
I found you perfect while others are curse.
#****#love#how#my#makes#me#move

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