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Aug 2017
Slow steady moans,
from metronomic motions,
a wandering finger,
heightens joy.

Shifting positions,
changes angles,
prolonging the inevitable,
at satisfactions end.

Now smothered by her
being fed a treat,
and then another,
as hips roll.

High gear shifted,
as pistons pound,
the noises increase,
as the red line is passed.
The Fire Burns
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The Fire Burns  M/Artesia, NM
(M/Artesia, NM)   
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       ---, Glass, Nylee and Temporal Fugue
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