Apr 03, 2019 | Rating : | Written by Briar They
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Category : Poems

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Soft lips, kiss me now,
I quiver as your hands move down my spine,
The air is cold, my body is hot as I feel you press up against me.
My mind is lost,
All I can think about is you 

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  • Apr 03, 2019

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