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he picks me up when we make love, moves me around and touches me softly. we giggle, out of excitement and because we are scared. we laugh and make jokes. we wrestle and he always kicks my ass. he uses his chin as a weapon while i wrap myself up tight and talk about lunch with his mother. i like the beauty that he brings to me on a platter. we are
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