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LINGER/ BARE ON THE NIGHT MOUNTAIN
all day
I feel the beautiful secret
warm rectal ache
of your presence
that no-one
suspects is there,
all day my tongue
catches the fleeting
aftertaste of your spunk
at the back of my throat,
in teasing flashbacks
of entwinement…
I feel the beautiful secret
warm rectal ache
of your presence
that no-one
suspects is there,
all day my tongue
catches the fleeting
aftertaste of your spunk
at the back of my throat,
in teasing flashbacks
of entwinement…
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