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Intoxication
The smell of lust fills the room,
Sweat runs over our curves,
Our breaths becomes our melody
and our beating hearts the rhythm of each thrust.
Each movement makes us eager for more,
harder, faster, slower, deeper....Ahhhh!
This is the taste of an intoxicating love...
-A
Sweat runs over our curves,
Our breaths becomes our melody
and our beating hearts the rhythm of each thrust.
Each movement makes us eager for more,
harder, faster, slower, deeper....Ahhhh!
This is the taste of an intoxicating love...
-A
Published 18th Jun 2014
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