Alfabet by John Edward Smallshaw

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Nov 2014

Alfabet

Her lips trace on the
tips of my ears,
the letter 'O'
I know when she's teasing me
she knows
that's she's pleasing me and
that's the way that
it goes.

Written by

John Edward Smallshaw 68/Here and now

(68/Here and now)

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