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Oct 2017
You
Slow kisses
on the nape of your neck.
Now down your spine,
across the hollow of your back.
Sliding now between your cheeks
pausing only for the dark hole...
continuing on.
Parting your thighs...
AHHHH
the perfume
the taste...
you.
Written by
stratton wayne stclair  64/M/Roanoke, Va
(64/M/Roanoke, Va)   
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