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Feb 2023
My naked watch of her as she seats bottom top of the glass
The taste of her beauty shines right down my throat

She dances in the blender and whines in the sieve
Marrying fruits to into a healthy sweetened soother
Her thickness bites to hunger with a sip of joy to satisfaction.
Can I have yours too my eyes speak
For my lips indebted to more vitalis
Thomas Bron Mukama
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Thomas Bron Mukama  28/M/kampala
(28/M/kampala)   
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