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I Trust

Chained to the brink of passing out until the tip of you awakens me; To be controlled then emancipated, at just the right time; The hands at my throat always know what tissues to press; A quick inhale then you take me again before my breath can catch; I trust you will always indulge my carnal cravings….

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