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Jan 2021
****, you feel good.
Your mouth on mine,
******* all my love
Off my lips.

I know better.
I know being with you takes my soul to dark places.
But, once you start,
I can’t stop.

Every forceful touch,
Every heavy breath,
I willingly
Ask You
....
Devour
Me.

But then what are we left with?
#**** #prose #feels
Elisa Holly
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Elisa Holly  DALLAS
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