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Bent over

the very
thought of you
has me
bent over
hands gripping my flesh
craving
begging
demanding
for my lust
to be filled
so deep
within my walls
that I can taste you
on my tongue
keeping me
on the edge
taunting
teasing
pleasing
my sweet flower
flood me
and let me
drain you
again and again
Written by journeychase (Journey)
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