Your Lips

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Kiss me

Tongue me

Lick me

Love me

Here

There

Everywhere






Warm

Wet

Wonderful

Love your lips

Love your love

Waltzing

Dancing

Tongue to tongue

Beautiful - Naked

We are one

  Happy Valentine's Day to everyone who has found love and to all the brave souls who are willing to try and find it again. 


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