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Jan 2017
I climbed inside her mind,
and made her lips speak poetry.
She spoke it beautifully.
And, since I speak it fluently,
We spoke it, frequently,
in many tongues.
We covered her body of work,
with lessons of anatomy.
Blowing her mind,
turning the pages,
with my hands of time,
until we both climaxed.
When she finished, I was done.
Styles
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Styles  NYC
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