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Jan 2014
The taste of her skin

will not leave my mouth

Her musky scent

will not

let me rest

I cannot function

without

having her

Her *******

become

wet Goddesses

between my lips

I pray to her

******* softly

and give myself

to her

I sacrifice

at her altar

Asking for

her pleasure
James Jarrett
Written by
James Jarrett
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     James Jarrett, Peach and Rob Rutledge
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