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It’s the
Wetness in
My ambitions
That keeps
Him up at
Night
Yearning to
Drink of my endeavours
Full spread before
His intentions
As anxiously
He grips thighs
Dipped in cinnamon
Diving tongue first
Into my
Liquid thoughts

Tasting deeply
Of my
Heated

Intellect.
©Tam1/3/15

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