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Desire
knees buckle beneath the heaviness
of your creamy taste between my lips.
Inside I'm like a waterfall: gushing, dripping, a soiled mess
I tremble, drunk on your desires
and, the vivid scenes you whisper to me-
- makes me only want you more.
Tuesday 29th September 2020 10:54 pm
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