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Morning spill
Stirring in the early hours
our eyes closed
our bodies searching
our cravings merged
Your hardness against my belly
moving into position
dreamily
penetrating
slow tango
to the sensations
eruptions flowing
deeply inside of me
our eyes closed
our bodies searching
our cravings merged
Your hardness against my belly
moving into position
dreamily
penetrating
slow tango
to the sensations
eruptions flowing
deeply inside of me
Published 13th Oct 2019
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13th Oct 2019 7:11pm
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13th Oct 2019 7:37pm
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Anonymous
14th Oct 2019 9:40am
Perfect morning
Anonymous
21st Oct 2019 7:12pm
The Argentinean Tango has definitive beat. Much like your poem has. It's coined " The Dance Of Love" and I feel your poem serves the same sensual purpose. Nicely wrote!
