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Sep 2020
...the bouncy thatch
of my ***** hair
beneath my
purple cotton *******,
flatten your
sweet palm firmly
against my
eager, wanting public bone,
pressing perfectly as
I quiver.
and I shiver,
and just lay there,
and let you  
feeeeeeeeeel me  
forever and ever,
Amen.
Alexandra Eames
Written by
Alexandra Eames  55/F/Pennsylvania
(55/F/Pennsylvania)   
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   Imran Islam
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