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Her lips tarried at mine. Baiting each other with the warmth of our breath,...
Author:
Craig Thompson
Book:
Blankets
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Her lips tarried at mine. Baiting each other with the warmth of our breath, barely grazing, detouring, then connecting.
( Craig Thompson )
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