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Touch
Touch playful fingers roaming running through your hair.The scent of lust lingering in the air. The sound of passion thrashing in my ears. The pounding of flesh a sweating pair. A communion of desire shared the moaning of pleasure as the moonlight stares. At our nakedness lying here. Upon this heavenly bed where our lustful hunger is being fed. Wonderful sensation running through our bodies from feet to head.a world where only pleasure lives and pain is dead. A world filled with us a world of sexual desire, a world of touch.
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