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'Mournin Rise'

I dreamt of
you...

The taste
of your
sweet
heated
flesh...

lingerin'
'Pon my lips.

Felt you...

 slaking
my
body...

Each nibble

with mouth...


causin' tremors
n' molten,  uncontrollable

joy jizz

 to seep out...

 I ache...

for more
 though

I doubt

you'd be

willin...'

n' so all
I'm  left with

is my
dream...

n' a heavy,
thickly rigid

cock...




in need of release.
Written by Poetikmind (_---_)
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