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Across The Pond

Every morning I awake to find a poem
That tickles my fancy and curls my toes
Wonderful words to titillate
He casts out passion and I take the bait
I read his words and touch myself
When I’m finished they get put upon my shelf
I take them out when I’m alone
Then sit secluded and read his poem
His stanzas are kinky and rouse my desires
His words begin to light my fire
I imagine us doing the things on paper
Then remember them for the dreams that I have later
His hands and mouth caressing me
Oh, how I wish that this could be
Bringing me to heights above the clouds
I caress myself then scream out loud
I sometimes wonder if he can hear my screams
In the passion he fuels inside our dreams
Of this poet I sure am fond  
Oh, how I wish I was across the pond
Her
Written by Her
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Author's Note
Thank you, Sir for inspiring my dreams.
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