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Open says a me;
Let us mind travel to a euphoric garden, where flowers are cosmic and your fire is burning, yearning for your touch, dreaming of tasting your tongue as it enters my esophagus; I lust for your trust, listen how our hearts rhythmically pumps up and down, left to right, flip you over as your wetness boils hotter than lava, picture me as your all night lover; Open says a me; Lay back your mind and get sweep in my Ecstasy, dripping your liquids all over my shift stick, fueling the flames of your fire, burning your every secret desire, the sweetness of your milk inspires the rise of my sire, inserting and thrusting to the sound of your moans, in your aura I'm zoning out of control; I'm 'bout ready to explode, but I hold, grab you close, feel my passion; Absorb it in your section, drench me with your caramel cream; ... Your wetness got me so hot, I'm perspiring Vote for this poem
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