I miss my home. My real home in Virginia. I want Chris. I want to live with him for the rest of my life. I want Chris to be the one I grow old with. I love him so much. And better yet, I'm in love with him. I want to taste him. I want to feel the softness of his tongue against mine. I want to feel the pressure of his body on mine. I want to feel
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Second, it starts out innocent, and then it starts to get kinky. Overall nice poetry.
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