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| Like a wave that crashes on the shore, there is more I am young The fire between my hips burns high, I cry My nipples ache for the sweet wetness of your sliding tongue All alone, My fingers roam to soothe the damp, and soft places they seek, I weep Each day, in every way I die a little more I stop, and press my fingers to my lips, taste the tips |
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