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Betsy

Betsy

Saturday, March 5, 2011

sex

whisper to me slowly
with gentle demands
and subtle instructions
movement and stillness
nuzzle your neck
muzzled erect
carpet
in the dining room
Posted by Thomas Hunt at 2:02 AM
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