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Jun 2023
Your head in my hands,
Breathing slowly my scent
Choking and joking
It isn't as real as it is to me

Nuzzled in close.
My boosom in bloom.
Coughing rejecting
I dream of time when you can just love me.

I wash you away
A **** down the drain
Your silence are screams
I wish you would just make it up to me.
Maniacal Escape
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Maniacal Escape  30/M/lancashire
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