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Taste

Erotic Poetry
2004-01-06

Your breathing becomes heavyWith each strokeof my mouth.Your fingers gripMy hair and your eyesshow fulfillment.You shudder violently andYour warmth floodsMy mouth.I swallow it,I taste it,I love it.

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