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Nov 2020
I hit my head against the pillow
Your body following mine
My eyes are closed, I can't see you clearly
But I know you look divine
I feel your soft lips touch my collarbones
My stomach and my neck
Your tongue guiding mine
You make me arch my back
When you go down on me
Softly, slowly going down
I tug on the strands of your hair
You go down with so much vigour
Our relationship is 50/50
Like how it's always been with you
You moan my name into my ear
And I tell you who I belong to
A poem every day
4/7/20
Vic
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Vic  17/Genderqueer/Your local grocery store
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