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Nadine Botha

I’M HAVING SEX WHILE EVERYONE IS DYING

I’M HAVING SEX WHILE EVERYONE IS DYING

I’M HAVING SEX WHILE EVERYONE IS DYING

The smell of your sweet accidental
sweat my fingers on cold
latex bounded for the top
bus springs my step
bump my head,
I gasp you.
Aren’t found on my breast,
riding one stage
to your grin,
lies so close
to everyone laughing.
Close

I’M HAVING SEX WHILE EVERYONE IS DYING

The smell of your sweet accidental
sweat my fingers on cold
latex bounded for the top
bus springs my step
bump my head,
I gasp you.
Aren’t found on my breast,
riding one stage
to your grin,
lies so close
to everyone laughing.

I’M HAVING SEX WHILE EVERYONE IS DYING

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