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I SEE HER MELT
I see her melt,
as I am felt
in her reach out
towards my spout
with sense of awe...
at this explore
of my manhood,
turning to wood,
becomes a wand
within her hand,
thumb at my tip,
which I'll soon dip
within the lips
between her hips
when I have stroked,
and thus provoked
her willingness
for its access.
as I am felt
in her reach out
towards my spout
with sense of awe...
at this explore
of my manhood,
turning to wood,
becomes a wand
within her hand,
thumb at my tip,
which I'll soon dip
within the lips
between her hips
when I have stroked,
and thus provoked
her willingness
for its access.
Published 26th Jun 2022
Author's Note
Inspired by Sageofsongs 'Her Curiosity', my first line inspired by their line, 'Her shell was breaking in front of me'.
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26th Jun 2022 8:36pm
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