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Nov 2020
The *** was not romantic.
It was the rapid succession
of flesh pulling and pressing,
pushing, and pounding,
sounding of deep heated passion,

no intellect involved
just pure raw uncoordinated
pleasure pursuing
by two who were viewing
a moment of unfiltered
animalistic movements.
Written by
Graff1980  40/M/Litchfield Illinois
(40/M/Litchfield Illinois)   
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