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When I got up she slept, naked
And smile, in your passed out sleep
His face was distant and illuminated
And tall, his sex sucked the moon.
I touched her, she shook, moaned, in her
Sweet speech, and hit raised hand
In the air, and went to keep it safe
Under the cold, strong and raw buttock
So crazy my friend, beautiful and crazy
My friend, in her white reverie
Of me, I of little love and little life
But that had left without fear
A secret of meat in your mouth
And a drop of milk in your breast.
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katvans:
Beautiful 😍
oldun65:
Amazing! 😍