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Jun 2021
I'm being slowly pulled away,
half unconscious, astray.
My morals converted to lust,
certainly lost in those lips,
on those hips, on those thrusts.
Drop by drop I fade,
reducted to dust,
your eyes on mine,
those sighs,
never out of my mind,
a ***** heavenly sight.
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Ꭷ Ꮇ Ꮛ Ꮐ Ꭺ  23/M/NotFoundYet
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