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Apr 2020
Let endless neon wash over pale powdered skin

Gyrating all over the hips go

Synchronized beating of the incessant drumming

It's her scent I know

Along with countless swaying bodies.
Blowout her back for me, would you?

December 2017.
Batchelor
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Batchelor  30/M/Singapore
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