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Hooked
I can't help it. There's a sweet taste on my lips. I have a memory of sensory, my hands on her hips. God damn my soul, I extended my hand, and I'm willing my whole. She's so fucking beautiful.
Published 11th Aug 2017
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11th Aug 2017 12:25pm
So precious... are those moments that emerge when you first discover that you're 'hooked' on a feeling ~ 👑😎🎈🌞🌷
