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Storm
Chaser by Intoxyc8me © |
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The winds are blowing high, sending chills up and down my spine. Raging fires burning from within. Awaiting your tender touch and light feather kisses trailing up and down my skin. Your tongue
wrapped around mine Thunder clapping Quaking with
desire, for you are the only one Clinging
to one another The wind
outside is dying as the heavy breathing of our souls |
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