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Mar 2014
I am inside her, Every move
I feel it; I am lost/found
Thoughts, feel, The sight
Glimpses of her - *******
******* touch me, gentle perfect
Cockhard, this love

Her navel to *******
Beard on milk skin.  Behind, the beat move
Her moans are.....Infections, they
Fill me with tiny Virui of lusts
sweetly whispered, then......
Acted upon
Oh I want to *** - on you, in you
Please, she whispers
I need you to - **** me
I need you too, I need you too

Hair, it moves, but I want to see
Her face, observe/witness
Her quiet fierceness,
with **** walled inside
As she rides, then her small wail
As she touches herself, just there
As we are joined, her ***, breaks,
On me, i revel in it, every drop
Every part of her - I am hers.

Feet, knees, long *****, tigh ***
I will mold them all
With my tongue and fingers
Till she is,  and is again
Now you come, and again
Reins held, she has me
I want to be in prison
With this one, just alone
She and I
This is a work in progress
Paul Thomas Galbally
Written by
Paul Thomas Galbally  Ireland
(Ireland)   
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