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Within these morning hours even crickets slumber, Wide-eyed, I’m consumed in thoughts of wander, You. Every inch to caressed and discovered, Yearning for the warmth of your skin beneath my lips, Riding your body waves right between your hips, You. A smile that seduces my every will of self control, Eyes with such depth they could graze my very soul,



to be finished.

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