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Aug 2014
Arms, are waiting.
Lips, are waiting.
Myself, is awaiting.
Are you ready?

Baby, are you?

Hands, are waiting.
Waiting to touch you, feel you.
And caress you too.
The question is, are you ready?

We don't need books to teach us.
We can do this ourselves.
Strange others need booklets to read to learn ways to please.
jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
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