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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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we are whispers in a field of touches
conjured up out of love's soft muches
laid upon and upon us laid
the games of glances as yet unplayed
each passing lover's passing smiles
wet with kisses from other's wiles
a court of breasts and thighs and secret sighs
which yearn to be shared with wilder skies
and to stop those steps and look inside
the place their secret others slide
licking, kissing and softly unfolding
smiling, caressing and gently holding
this is what it feels to be
within a crowd of hearts, in love and free |
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