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Hidden Treasure

Intoxication at its finest with lips
Heading down south until they
Reach life’s sweetest pleasure.
I hold on tightly to your hips
So you cannot run away. I say
Your moan is a hidden treasure
And your body is a roadmap to
Lead me to that destination.
Your eyes are closed in ecstasy
So let me take care of you.
You will have a transformation
Like nothing else, living a fantasy.
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Inspired by The Joy of Giving competition.
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