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deviant.

It was hot.

That's how most poems start.
Summer and heat,
love at first sight,
politely courted.


no.

It was cold,
freezing actually,
but we fucked anyway,
naked.
we fucked harder for warmth
all night
nothing pretty or magical.

nothing I couldn't handle





Written by kittiewoe (Lilly)
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