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What I do for you, I don't mind.
I know you've had
a hard day
but I'm yearning
again for your tastes
as they are poured
across my pulsing
temples.
and though you've
collapsed with your
ass-highly held
in my palms.
I'm gonna lay my
head right here
in the cusp of your
thighs
to greet you in the morning.
Published 24th Oct 2016
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