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Jan 1
I've lived for the taste of your
flesh, wet with desire
a mess between your legs,
lapped up like a dog
unworthy of worshiping you.

I have prayed atΒ your temple
white cream formed from your lips
engorged
I enter you
and never
again
are my prayers returned.
RMatheson
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