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Dec 2020
******* with my watch on,
Left hand in her hair.
My right's making bruises
Between her gasps for air.
Getting so close,
She matches my pace,
When finally I pull out
To finish all over the face...

Of my watch.
Justin S Wampler
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Justin S Wampler  30/M
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