Between The Lust
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Last published Sun, Sep 21, 2014
This is wrong. I feel it in my heart. But it feels so right. Her skin on mine, the feel of her body tensing every time. The aroma of iris scented candles in the air. My name escaping from her lips softly. My mind keeps telling me no, but our bodies keep screaming yes.
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