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Old crap I wrote about an Ex
I Am Yours
Speak to me with sweet words that taste of lilac and smooth honey.
Touch me as if I were to break from a simple introduction.
Glide your finger across the edges of me and let your lips follow.
Let your warmth spread, bringing me to a new place of comfort that dose not just reach my body.
Your eyes let them wander ( Read more... )
I Am Yours
Speak to me with sweet words that taste of lilac and smooth honey.
Touch me as if I were to break from a simple introduction.
Glide your finger across the edges of me and let your lips follow.
Let your warmth spread, bringing me to a new place of comfort that dose not just reach my body.
Your eyes let them wander ( Read more... )
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