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Jun 2019
Her wicked tongue
caressed my ears
with promises of ****** grandeur
all I wanted was to be held
until I slumbered
Don Francisco Luis
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Don Francisco Luis  44/M/Bayonne, N.J.
(44/M/Bayonne, N.J.)   
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