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Aug 2024
To push back, to claim what’s mine,
with a hunger that takes even me by surprise,
and see her eyes, wide with need,
as I savor each gasp,

each shiver that runs through me,
drawing out every drop of bliss,
until I'm lost, utterly spent,
tangled in the joy
while, holding in that moment,
the pleasure
we share
Styles
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Styles  NYC
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