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Apr 2016
You worked your way up.
A path of my body felt a personal touch from you.
My legs, my thighs, and other areas too.

I loved the ride we were upon.
Like rocking a ocean liner within the sea.
You left your personal touched upon me.

No roadblocks.
No dead-ends.
Just a sensual touches of areas that needs to be greeted.

And guess what?
You was the greeter..
Who made my life so much brighter?
jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
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