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Astronaut
She lay before me bare,
as the moonlight shines in her hair.
and my fingers ballets on her flesh
as she squirms and I infest.
The dots on her space
were a thrill to chase.
From her neck to thighs,
it was a gaping dive.
And I felt like an astronaut
lost in the constellations of her moles.
as the moonlight shines in her hair.
and my fingers ballets on her flesh
as she squirms and I infest.
The dots on her space
were a thrill to chase.
From her neck to thighs,
it was a gaping dive.
And I felt like an astronaut
lost in the constellations of her moles.
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