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my141bois · 1 year
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I should be asleep
but instead my eyes
are open, staring up
as my hand creeps
down to my waistline
The touch I seek
The touch I desire
it’s burning me up
My pace increases
My whimpers turn to cries
As I lie
panting, tears in my eyes
A smile on my face
As I chant your name
Imagining it’s your hand
Not mine
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my141bois · 1 year
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Soap and Ghost jam out to Shania Twain. I can go into heavy detail about this. AND I WILL JUST NOT TODAY.
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