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Just Me
Cold mornings
Warm bath water
It suffocates me
Its calming taking my breathe away
The water is loving me
Turning me on
No one is here with me
Spread my legs
Allowing the water to pour down
Sending shopping spree tension down, on the lower half of me
My hands play free in my park
As, no one was there to question me; what do I like best at my water park
The ocean ...
Monday 15th January 2018 2:52 pm
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