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No MoreIt's sensual ribbon gently wraps itself round me, warm passion caresses me with a delicate hand, desire washes over me like a mighty river, the sweet fires of amourous love burn within me, and the wondrous hymns of your passionate embrace wrap themselves warmly around me until I can deny your hot desire to make love no more. Donavon Scott Vinson Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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