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Aug 9
Oh, to hold her close, in the sway of desire,
matching her rhythm,
as passion climbs higher.

Her tightness surrounds,
a sweet, perfect fit,
every ****** a pulse,
every move, a hit.

I watch, entranced,
as her body sways,
each bounce, each curve,
in love’s fierce blaze.

Her face, a canvas,
painted with delight,
as we lose ourselves,
in the dance of night.
Styles
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Styles  NYC
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