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Feb 2014
Ice cream
Sweet thing
Taste me
Taste you
I don't know what to do
I want you
Sweet treat
Sugary
Bad for me
Craving
Desire
Melt me
Warm me
Like a fire
You burn me
But I'm ok
Should I stop
Or keep going

Now the lust between my legs is growing.
Blushing. I'm crushing.
I want something sweet.
I want you, my little treat.
This is for you. I did it. I wrote you a poem.
Eye Rate the Artist
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Eye Rate the Artist  25/Genderqueer/Colorado
(25/Genderqueer/Colorado)   
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   Jack B and Theia Gwen
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