the morning after

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I remember the taste of your lips, sweet,  and soft, reminding me of fluffy clouds, I didn't want to wash the taste of you from my mouth, I remember your arms wrapped around my waist,
our love for each other is endless our desires to satisfy needs is relentless our warmth to entice stimulation are breathless think of us as a banana you shield me of diseases and germs form the outside
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