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knowing Touch

Satisfied
the way I like
my needs
imprinted on his knowing touch
plays me from a slow sonata to
1812 explosive finality
till laying still with our breathing sounds
As we spoon
he's got my back covered
his worn out flesh
still hot against my bum
The juice we gave making its
slow journey
feeling this just sends me
As I said
he knows my needs all to well
feeling it's slow movement
reawakening
as i lay patiently in the dark
to be taken once more





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