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Jul 2014
My legs around his waist,
My mouth embracing his taste,
Our kiss fire-fuelled and chaste,
Moving to an unseen frantic pace,
Pleasure ripe upon his glowing face,
All hesitancy disappears without a trace,
A game of pleasure but it's not a race,
Consideration of clothes treated like lace,
At the point of ****** i break like an overflowing case,
Starfilled vision-until I awake in the heat of his space.
Harry Roberts
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Harry Roberts  23/M/Between despair and joy
(23/M/Between despair and joy)   
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