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Jan 2021
Christmas
Is a time for lust.
> Pure lust.
> That’s all - You see in me: i trust
> Pure lust.
> Your naked body, wanton lies
> I take it in with lustful eyes
> I want you now - oh such deep lust
> Your body calls -‘inside me ******!’
> I wish i could- I want, i would.
> I see you lying bare before
> I *******, then i **** some more
> Oh we are far apart today
> We need to find some time someday.
> My trousers now are full and tight
> I wish that you were here tonight!
> To hear you moan, and shriek and scream
Would be fulfilment of our dream!
Written by
neil jones
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