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she couldn't find the words
in a glance, her eyes said, “Fuck me, hard.”
listless, he was sprawled like he was
enceinte, a male prostitute of
nature that proved its antithesis of gender roles
“cara mia,” the TV buzzes intimacy in color
Every time she cries fast drying tears on his shoulder.
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By Shirley Belk7 days ago in Fiction
Comments (6)
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Passionate and hot
Perhaps he doesn't read eyes well?
But why was she crying? Loved your poem Merly!
What did I just read...ha. This is steamy, Melissa...well done on a unique take on the challenge!
Hardness gives much quality. Crazy feelings with touching.