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Touch

I love it okay I said it thats right I love sex and so does but I'm only telling you people on all poetry no he the thee that makes me.....eh eh emm...If you catch my drift it turns me on to give him a lift like a gift like a present with his presence I could never resent No need to repent it it's damn close to sin it's so heavenly at war with myself because I want him incredibly telling myself that its so bad its so wrong but I love it I need I think I may start to plead him to beat it cause It's so good and so long and so deep call me his personal freak cause I love it I'll take it all 7 days of the week he's the drug that I seek makes me reach my peak his form so unique I can hardly speak all I can say is Uhhhhh All I can say is how good it feels how good it is I love it how good it's been not exactly dating but more then friends I guess that's the benefit and its never negative so keep on and keep "up" I'm his personal lil freak and our bond is his touch

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