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Jun 2017
Her hunger is veracious.
She speaks so salacious
and I parallel her passion.
Cause no touch could ever sate us.
I burn at a thousand degrees.
It is only she
who could come the closest
to cooling me
as she drenches my body
with her juices,
while our flesh
slips and grinds together
slippery with the hard work
we call pleasure.
Graff1980
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Graff1980  43/M/Springfield Illinois
(43/M/Springfield Illinois)   
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