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Aug 2019
Imagine your self( no pressures)
as you're immersed in
bubbly.
Incense tickles your
nostrils.
You are open, if you desire.
Your warmthΒ Β invites and
beckons us to foreplay because
we shall be baptized
in raw, wet lust
without the morning shame
after. Let us be the animals
we are.
Your choice. And I will not
lie. You may be disappointed.
Will you invite me?
We can always cuddle after
or if you prefer, instead.
Bill Johnston
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Bill Johnston  75/M/Hutchinson, Ks
(75/M/Hutchinson, Ks)   
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