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Oct 2018
He knock my hands away.
My grip loosens.
He is insistent
He is persistent
I am only delaying.
He is rough in his haste
but it's my heart I'm praying...
won't rip & tear and meet the fate of my underwear.
Diane K
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Diane K  F/Naperville, Illinois
(F/Naperville, Illinois)   
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