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taste touch suck and screw
taste touch suck and screw taste touch suck and screw Let us take our time even as our hearts race as you tell me your sexual secrets the desires of things you might do but never found a place in which you were fully comfortable to do in the water splashing or on dry land<b> privacy </font></b>ensured or publicly aware outside or inside or atop or beneath a chair a balcony this church bench the kitchen lounge or laundry breaking the silence of the library to taste and touch and suck and screw to do all those things you wish to do and perhaps most of all when list is said to lay breathless and ready to be sated in a place where what you desire the pleasures you would pursue will be supported as much as two arms might brace your legs as we thrust and taste touch suck and screw to do all those things you wish to do. |
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a laundry mat, well as the rumble of the dryers churning, and the rattle of the washing machines spinning, and a kiss to hold you in place, and atop a slowing dryer place you and pop open your jeans, and tug them down your legs to your ankles, and lean forward and breath in your essence, and say "here?" and wait for your agreement, then tug the underwear aside, and dip my head and lick, slowly, completely, around thighs and between, that juncture, to catch the juices slowing welling, and feel your hands on my shoulders pressing me down, holding me where you would like...even as I suck up, the skin, either side, of your as yet un-harassed clit, and hear you deep long moan, like one of the dryers finishing, and the machine on which you sit is vibrating, and I lick and suck and nibble, and my face is wet with your juices as your thighs clamp over my head, and you give out a pitch rising banshee shout.......and after a moment to recompose, we kiss, you slip back up your clothes...another place done.....the sock forever lost... ....and I mention as we leave, how like it seems all the lifts these days, due to the automation of the laundromats......they have those cameras watching, and you have to wonder what they made of that.....
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I like it but think id name it anywhere of it was mine then I'd need another line.... anywhere or everywhere when we had any time.
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to have it title-less. interesting. ...maybe just call it the 5th Movement, or for Cello 17th, like the composers....then let others find the name.....
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1/8/2021 6:46 am |
I like it but think id name it anywhere of it was mine
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now I am wondering if I should have named this poem.... to do all those things you wish to do. and, you know, such a place be fun, to live and in which to exist, with the only judgement being, do those curtains match the bedspread?
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