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Nov 2017
When I'm with you taste is touch,
A cool rolling symphony of sensation,
I love you so much,
It's clouding my mind this realization.
I've grown to need you your touch burns my chest,
I want you to love me too,
And forget about the rest.

I pleasure in your seed,
My mind filled with greed.
Karl Warren
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Karl Warren  M/Ireland
(M/Ireland)   
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   Lior Gavra
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