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Oct 2020
I craved his big beefy ****,
impatiently waiting to stroke it,
to **** it, to play with it in my palms,
and feel its smoldering dreams
careen in my kingdom.

I was aching to be conquered
by his spinning storm,
to be enmeshed in his sexiness,
in the soothing spring breeze
where the morning light glowed
deep within my soul.
Travis Green
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Travis Green  30/M/Middlesex, NC
(30/M/Middlesex, NC)   
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