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Feast

 
She wants him, his flesh on hers.
His touch, be it gentle or rough.
He wants her, her lips leaving her moist mark on him.
Her glistening kiss, he wears like a tattoo.
He wants her, like he's starving and she's dinner.
She'll be his feast, feeding him until he's finished her.
He'll hold her, in his tenderheart.
She'll lay silently, upon his nakedness.
He will inhale her sweet scented hair, breathing in her warmth.
Written by tommielynn (Tommie Lynn)
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