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Mar 2018
I never said I was - she said
on hitching breath
while two knuckles deep,
can we go three with three

Guttural moan

Against this, so don't - she purred
A lick of fire against my lips
In a moment like this
I want more
Can I at least
for once
be
Icarus
just a random thought of being in the moment
Hopeless Outlet
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Hopeless Outlet  34/M/NYC
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