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Taste My Chapstick
How am I supposed to feel
When your hand lingers on my wrist
When your head touches my shoulder
When I can feel your skin on mine
I’ve never craved this level of intimacy before
When your hand lingers on my wrist
When your head touches my shoulder
When I can feel your skin on mine
I’ve never craved this level of intimacy before
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