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Apr 2013
What mattered/
about that night/
was that he touched/
her neck/
with care/
felt deep in her bones/
and that he/
gathered her/
clothing/
clasped her ankle/
pulling it through/
one silky leg opening/
of still damp *******/
and kissed her/
inner thigh/
like he was devouring
a freshly picked/
peach
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William A Poppen
Written by
William A Poppen  88/M/Tennessee
(88/M/Tennessee)   
707
   Lee, st64 and victoria
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