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Feb 2014
She was like some kind of velvet
pulsating underneath my touch.
Those sweet reverberations.
Both searching for a mane to clutch.
Bound by lust
and bound by yearning.
The soothing of the carnal beast.
She wraps her legs around my smile
then quivers as I start to feast.
Peter Cullen
Written by
Peter Cullen  Clane Co.Kildare Ireland
(Clane Co.Kildare Ireland)   
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