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Pardon me,
my hand
-intrudes-
sleeping body
stroking side, hip,
curve of ass
to cradle
cock in hand.
Awake, my love;
rise, so I
might enjoy
full swell
of rhythmic tides.
Stir, shift,
succumb
to strokes
measured, purposeful.
Shake slumber
aside, slide
towards sacred destination
(all yours, for the taking).
Come, my sweet,
again,
because I, truly,
cannot swallow
enough
of you.
Written by BlueDogmaPoet
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