promise? prom-

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you sport freshly cut fingernails so the peaking pink is still raw and tender

i run my lips against it then ..
bite!

metallic hues dance on my tongue and ..

i smile with moist reddened gums and blushing teeth;

give me a kiss sweetheart"

you taste nothing of regret

-promise!

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