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Our early mornings and late nights, messages pictures and videos in the dark. The excitement of your touch, blood pounding as my head touched your chest. Cool air, warm skin causing fireworks and I scream. I think of those times often in solitude, biting my lip and eyes closed. Your lips on my skin, so sweet and salty, burning hot for the feel of you in my hands. If you would have these times again, if you remember and if you know, let me know. I wait.
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