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Sep 2016
As I stare at your bare flesh,
enticed by your fragrance.
Graving your ripe juices,
to cleanse my palate;
drenching my restless tongue,
with your sweet taste.
Leaving me to savor
your succulent nectar
your lustful fruit;
my heavenly savior.
Styles
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Styles  NYC
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