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Young Lust |
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samantha4 Junior Member
since 2001-05-09
Posts 32Pennsylvania |
Your touch is warm in the night. I feel a single drop of sweat slide down your face... and I lap it up. Our mouths meet, and explore, in ear-sucking jubilation. Our hands and eyes and tongues are bold. our lips are wet... and young.... and soft... and taste like cinnamon gum. You bite my fingers and smile at me sweetly. But I know you are not shy. Here we are on my living room couch, and barely even friends. |
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Mother_Earth Senior Member
since 2000-11-20
Posts 13701/2 year Texas & 1/2 year Michigan |
samantha4, I hope this is just a poem and not the real thing? It must be the season for all the hormones to be on the rampage in PIP. ME |
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Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
This is also posted in Adult, so this is being closed here. If you have any questions, please let me know. Sharon |
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