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Only 10%...
I have felt only 10% of your passion and it was perfect
Those hands! They held me encouraging the encounter,
they snatched me out of myself to get into your body
It was perfect, succulent, table for a bed!
Once and then again, overflowing the accumulated ardor in this body!
Only 10% was enough to reach the sky...
I was pliable metal between your f...
Thursday 4th July 2013 1:27 am
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