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Aug 2023
i mean, its hard job
to describe, smell she had
drives me crazy with her scent,
that maddens me bad,

i first had that smell
when we ducked,
in her room, in her bed
the smell of her p%ssy,
for life it has stayed.

we're not together now,
but the smell is still there,
i'll be looking for it,
in any women i'll be with, i swear,

her pretty curves photographs i took,
to see how it look in the photos,
her face is photogenic, but the ***,
ugh.. not the buttox..

i spanked on her right cheek,
it got a stamp of my palm,
she reacted with a smugly calm smile,
that picture on my head, its on fleek

this was after we went to a cricket match,
T.U. ground was packed,
in the middle of thousands crowd,
i hold her tight between lap,
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Arise  25/M
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