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Bliss

He was the oldest ever, but I found
He had all the experience and guile
To take me as he wanted and to pound
His way to expressed pleasure. Every wile
In his unwritten book was brought to play,
And, if I was a toy in this quiet game
He won. The execution of his stay
Was achieved with each climax and intent
To make me come again. A dizzy spell
Was, hardly, a deterrent, for he surged
And laid me at his mercy. I could tell
He wanted me so much until he'd purged
All trace of innocence. He made me his:
My boldest lover ever and my bliss.
Written by SweetOblivion
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I like my men older. Tell me how you like yours in your own words
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