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slippry tingle
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Eros.
You are that slippry tingle
pulling at the edges of my being.
Subtle growning reminder
rooted in my flesh that will never let me forget.
Eros you are a bitch. I am a bitch. I embody and revel in you. I embrace you. I am consumed by you.
Eros.
Just when I think that I control you, you set my mind on fire until my body burns with lust...
...at the visceral sensory memory of being pinned down and penetrated.
And feeling his cunt-soaked nuts bouncing again-and-again-and-again against my fucking asshole.
Oh my-fucking-GOD
I need to SCREW.
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Posted on : Aug 20, 2016
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Commented on Aug 21, 2016
A beautiful work.
I love the way your writing begins with such restraint and frustrated eloquence, then climaxes in the unavoidable obscenity of pure desire and lust, completely transcending all poetic eloquence.
Just delightful. :)
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Commented on Aug 20, 2016
Lovely poem!
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