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Dec 2018
His thoughts keeps her eyelids dreaming all night,
Her fingers and her sighs become the best delights,
When memories of him, cross thru her  mind.
She opens her up and down,
Caressing and ******* herself
For her very favorite clown.
Her sighs and movements then knows no bounds,
When her fingers play religiously,deliciously and wildly,
Across and inside her mound .

Ah!  My lover,
Ah!  dear he,
His name is what,  
She secretly repeats.
While her movements grow hard,
Outside, inside and really deep.

She repeats the movement,
Can't really sleep,
His thoughts make her wet,
Deep and deep.

She rubs herself,
After ******* deep,
With a pillow,
The one she secretly keeps.

Her ah convert to Ahhhhs so sweet,
As contending thoughts keep her in peace,
And once she **** for him so deep,
It makes her then, sleep well indeed!
For my Fiance.
Saumya
Written by
Saumya  F/India
(F/India)   
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     M-E, TSPoetry and Santita
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