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My legion
She demands
in her softest
growl and tones
"you better
not dare waste
one trickling part
of me"
decoded in the
heat of her slit
drenched and
refined
by your fire, in
the name of it,
I become you
and you my
constant migration
in her softest
growl and tones
"you better
not dare waste
one trickling part
of me"
decoded in the
heat of her slit
drenched and
refined
by your fire, in
the name of it,
I become you
and you my
constant migration
Published 28th Dec 2016
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