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breathless
she keeps me
my mouth
filled
with kisses
sweet honey
on my tongue
rising
through my veins
is joy
or..
powerless
to her
advances
heart
throbbing
under
her touch
i catch
my breath
and dive
in
for more
i am
a sucker
for her

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