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        /She crept over to me

      //Glided her hands down my pants

    ////Guiding me to her

  //////Without hesitation

////////Sliding

Into her gut

\Aware that soon

  \The throbbing

    \The strangle hold

      \\The gentle moan, through her lips

      //Would over

    ///////Come

  ////////////My razor thin, capacity

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                                                                                      feel.

Guilt.