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Dec 2015
I want to peel her apart
like a peach, ala' carte
take my time with each part
of her abstract art

Fingers dig in,
under her flesh,
sensations seep in -  
she screams out,
loving the feeling
making a mess,
This is a ******,
she's reaching --

Breathing heavy,
chest heaving,
thirsty mouth, licking --
filling my mouth with her lips.
Calling my name under her breathe

Juices flowing.
increasing my grip.
Stroking her slow,
tensing her body,
flexing her hips.
Her pelvis grinding,
enjoying every drip.

Drunk off her body,
my tongue writhing,
the craving, quenched
she's collapsing
our clothing, drenched.
Styles
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Styles  NYC
(NYC)   
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   Shylah S and Christina Alltop
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