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Sweet Surrender

Slow traces and her wet, warm tongues..
Ecstasies, betwixt my thighs; her crossing
My stomach unto my breast closing, gently
Her eyes all I can think of;`sweet surrender.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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