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Tender Lips

His hair messed up
Without hesitating
Stretch my hand up
Laying it gently on his head
Softly stroking away those curls
Closeness
His eyes watching my lips
Slowly puts his arms around me
The wall against my back
His beautiful face getting closer
Tender lips touch once,
Twice




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Publicerad 2008-07-16 09:43



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