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Mar 2021
your breath lingers on my skin
even as your body pulls away
the bass beat drops to the rhythm
of the thing pounding my chest

your fingers trace my figure
every touch is a blessing and a curse
goosebumps at these drops of gasoline
that set my body on fire

if the touch of your fingers

is enough to make me fall
six feet under, straight to hell
imagine what happens when
you give the grace of your lips
selina
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selina  20/Cisgender Female/my happy place
(20/Cisgender Female/my happy place)   
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     Bogdan Dragos, selina and Imran Islam
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