You are like smoking a cigarette
I am addicted to your kisses and hugs
At three am at the park
Meanwhile I touch your smooth skin
And hear your beautiful voice.
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Author:
amethyste (
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Comments1
Burning at the end and smoked despite any warning. A great write
Thank you a lot dear.
Most welcome
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