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Fiery Fairy

I love your play. I love it when you stand close enough for me to breath in your Gucci. I love it when you lean on me, your hair falling on my shoulders and parts of you brushing against me. There are fires that burn without and the ones that burn within.

I love the way you control this combustion!

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  1. RevaciousJanuary 7, 2015 at 3:45 PM

    Gives a new meaning to "Just gonna stand there watch me burn.."
    (I hope u dont hate Rihanna too much!)

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  2. nothingprofoundJanuary 20, 2015 at 6:30 AM

    There is nothing more beautiful and tender than these delicate forms of intimacy.

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  3. AnkitaFebruary 28, 2015 at 9:38 AM

    I loved reading this post!!

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