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Jun 2020
The air tainted
With the scent of lavender
Walls painted with mud

On her back
She looked down from above
His unshaved skin tickles her thighs
She sighs
Word unspoken
Give a clear directive
she became
while he ravished her
Satisfaction she over-came
all over the furniture
Written by
Styles  NYC
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