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Inhaling Your Contours
Today, lovemaking didn't find its way,
Yet, orgasmic bliss in our essence lay.
I traced your contours with a fragrant embrace,
Kissing every crevice until passion's explosive grace.
Yet, orgasmic bliss in our essence lay.
I traced your contours with a fragrant embrace,
Kissing every crevice until passion's explosive grace.
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