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Feb 2015
Here you are, in front of me
Tight and pink
You're aching to begin
Slide my lips on top of you
Taste the first taste
and you're in.

Shaft hugs throat like a glove
the rhythm the rhythm the rhythm
you're mine.

Lost to the ecstasy
a great roaring sea
with that sweet groan,
a torrent into me.
Katy Allen
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Katy Allen  Shanghai, China
(Shanghai, China)   
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