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Claim Your Prize

Close the door
flip the light,
dark the room
dim the sight.

Pull the covers
spead the silk,
taste my lips
sweet as milk.

Growl my name
fuck me bare,
make me scream
pull my hair.

Tie me down
choke me tight,
rock your hips
dance all night.

Claim your prize
sate your need,
jerk your body
spill your seed.
Written by GypsySoul86
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