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Souls Merge
Your fingers trailing through the hair that falls down to my waist.
My lips pressed softly against yours- begging just to taste-
the full-lipped mouth that speaks to me in truths that fuel desire,
to be here, whole, tangled with the soul that makes me burn like fire!

By Naena

© 2016 Naena (All rights reserved)


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