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Juices

I crave the touch of her lips,
soft against mine,
then slowly lick around
her mound, savoring
every curve, every line.

A mouthful of her juices,
rich, warm, and sweet,
it’s the only thing that can calm
the fire within me,
the heat beneath.

Each drop, a taste of heaven,
so pure, so true,
her essence on my tongue,
the only thing
that pulls me through.

In this moment, nothing else exists,
just her taste, her scent, her kiss.
Truthfully, I need her, every part,
to settle my mind, to still my heart.
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