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Jan 2018
Loves elixir flows,
from dripping petals,
an excited tentacle throbs
at every taste.

Aquamarine eyes hide,
rolled back behind eyelids,
skin as smooth as butter,
massage cubes roll under my hand.

Her green lipstick smile,
giving away her thoughts,
as pleasure overrides pain,
***** martini to finish.
The Fire Burns
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The Fire Burns  M/Artesia, NM
(M/Artesia, NM)   
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