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Jan 2016
I want to turn
that cherry between your thighs
into sweet delicious wine
with warm tingles up your spine
your body held close to mine
melting the walls of your pearly gates
as our bodies align
pressing into your body
filling your layers
with pleasures beyond divine
pushing the limits of your body
with passages of mine
the opulence of pleasure
beyond any measure
as you whisper in my ear,
"Make this last forever."
Styles
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Styles  NYC
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