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o la
come here babygirl
come sit by me
i'll put on some music
pour you a glass of wine
let me stroke your hair
massage your temples
whisper sweet nothings
into your sweet ear
i have no agenda
want nothing more than this
your company
your scent your essence
we may remember this night
in years to come
let us make it memorable
let me
o la
Poetry by one trick pony

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Written on 2022-04-29 at 02:43




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