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When I'm with you taste is touch, A cool rolling symphony of sensation, I love you so much, It's clouding my mind this realization. I've grown to need you your touch burns my chest, I want you to love me too, And forget about the rest. I pleasure in your seed, My mind filled with greed.
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Nov 20, 2017
Nov 20, 2017 at 10:58 AM UTC
Rolling In Your Scent
When I'm with you taste is touch, A cool rolling symphony of sensation, I love you so much, It's clouding my mind this realization. I've grown to need you your touch burns my chest, I want you to love me too, And forget about the rest. I pleasure in your seed, My mind filled with greed.
KarlWarren
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Nov 20, 2017
Nov 20, 2017 at 10:58 AM UTC
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