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Working her mountains
My diamond's nestled in flesh
From Earth's dust, we're made
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Breathing heavily
Opposing winds are blown fast
I'm East, and She's West
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Like a great geyser
That shoots its water up high
The pressure's released
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She loves the necklace
but her lust is ravenous
All Consuming Fire
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“Comrade, finally you’re awake.” The voice was smooth, sensual. A flickering incandescent bar was all that lit the white, sterile room. All Vladimir remembered was everything going black. He tried to move his arms and found them strapped to the gurney.
By Matthew J. Fromm4 days ago in Fiction
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I love the series you have here, TY. The way it so seamlessly tells a sexual story!!
You're right. This is definitely filled with tons of ennuendo.
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I loved the images you put in this one! They go so nicely with this sensual poem :)