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Jun 2016
With a silken cloth and some silken ties
he binds her hands and covers her eyes

A single feather and a bucket of ice
to tickle her senses so very nice

Searing passion causes her to tingle
when melting ice and tongue do mingle

Moans ofΒ Β pleasure does fill the night
when together as one, passion takes flight
Michael K Thompson
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Michael K Thompson  Louisiana
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