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Jan 2015
When she sings I cry
I am stuck on stilts
Kissing clouds
Suckling on her voice
Supping up the gravy of her thighs
Her music
Makes me feel

The soft muscles
Her tight abs
Behind those glasses
Light eyes sparkle
White lies
Dancing in the lyrics
For anyone who wants to feel it

She is like ******
My addiction
And I keep coming
And coming back again
Running my hands through her hair
But that is in dreams

Life is when dreams end
And I come back down to earth
Crashing
Comet cracking the crust
Spitting and spewing musical dust
And if lust isn’t enough
Then I must
Keep my distance
Graff1980
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Graff1980  43/M/Springfield Illinois
(43/M/Springfield Illinois)   
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