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May 2015
under the dress
they daintily caress
lips pressed to chest
my fingers slide
where pleasures hide
and feel your eye
that only sees
your inner thighs
they poke and pry
their way inside
the unknown
you rollover and moan
your backbone bows
fingers and toes
themselves almost broke
you've found your throne
now it's time to take you home
collin
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collin  30/M/coming home.
(30/M/coming home.)   
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