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Calling Out
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A pause upon such hardened
arousal;
There's a time to be still, when
the moment of my pushing him
over the edge, I happily do.
Seeing isn't necessary;
Be the volume, & the warmth
of his love given, that sends
me running without fear, towards
his calling out for me.
A pause upon such hardened
arousal;
There's a time to be still, when
the moment of my pushing him
over the edge, I happily do.
Seeing isn't necessary;
Be the volume, & the warmth
of his love given, that sends
me running without fear, towards
his calling out for me.
Published 21st Jan 2019
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