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Mar 2022
I keep getting
waves of angst,
I've heard before,
that tie teasing ribbons
around my roots.
my heart runs rampant
for when you caress my soul
in my pursuit of love
in a scape of lust
I feel quite confounded
with your touch.
Tyler
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Tyler  24/M/PA
(24/M/PA)   
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