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Dec 2015
I crave her touch
like a sick fiend,
that can't stop fiending.

I think of her
every second,
of every evening

I need her more
than these urges,
need a feeding.

I want to please
each other,
in ways that are pleasing.

Leave her satisfied
by taking what I want,
I leave her gratified,
and our thirst subsides
Styles
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Styles  NYC
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   Samuel Hesed
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