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Mar 2023
The air was thick with temptation
  perfume on her fingers and mouth
  irresistible her ****** invitation
  my tongue moving to her wet south.
  I taste Eve's nectar,  smell my own
  spilling over the ****'s soft walls.
  It feels wonderful not to be alone
  without a need for a pair of *****.
William J Donovan
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William J Donovan  76/M/New Bern, NC
(76/M/New Bern, NC)   
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   DENNY R ALLISON
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