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Dec 2017
The morning starts before the sun
with the rise of the mighty tongue
and the amazing way he steers
in the misty silky skin and she cheers
cheers while moaning and her eyes closed.
"Good Morning my Love" she says
with her breathless gasps in the air.
Master of Tongue
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Master of Tongue  38/M/Chandigarh
(38/M/Chandigarh)   
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     PoetryJournal and Scarlett Riel
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