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High
Just the right amount
of disorientation
Already
it eludes me
My thoughts are echoing
Words swim inside my consciousness
My arousal is piqued
my nipples ache
my flower blossoms
and vibrates cherry
in a subtle electric hum
of pleasure
of disorientation
Already
it eludes me
My thoughts are echoing
Words swim inside my consciousness
My arousal is piqued
my nipples ache
my flower blossoms
and vibrates cherry
in a subtle electric hum
of pleasure
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