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Published by Amanda Shelton under on 5:20 PM
Your name is on my lips,
the soft touch of your fingertips.
Like the sweetest tasting wine your mouth leaves behind.
Your hands are big but soft to the touch.
You gently touch my cheek as I fall into bliss.
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