A Poem Written Long Ago

  When my hand brushes your nipple, An electric shock runs between my legs And surprises me there. When my hand glides against The curve of ...

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  • A Poem Written Long Ago
      When my hand brushes your nipple, An electric shock runs between my legs And surprises me there. When my hand glides against The curve of ...