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His Wrinkled Bed

 his thumb
pressed
against my
lips he drags
it to my chin

breath empty
hollow
hot in his
mouth
wet with desire
body to body

his wrinkled
bed was
made for me
it's where
he discovers
the lady in me


it's where I
let him
be a man
as his
sweat falls
upon me
glistening upon
my skin
Written by tommielynn (Tommie Lynn)
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