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Jun 2018
Darkened room
Dimly lit candle
Flickering to the beat
The beat of the nights love

Gentle soft breathe
Pulled passionately
Softly
Across the neck

Tingling touch
Upon the hips
Shivers down the spine
Uncontrollable twitches

Joined,
Deeply,
Sweating and moaning
Breathing as one.

Painful pleasure
Locks pulled so tight.
Gentle ecstasy
Mmmmmm

Reaching for…….
Again shes gone
Empty arms
Love is dead..
Night after night you dream of someone in your arms only to feel the loneliness of hugging pillows and air.
Marty
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Marty  48/M/North carolina
(48/M/North carolina)   
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