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Celui (Free verse) by half.italian
She was a gorgeous blonde
head to toe; stacked.
On our second date, we fucked.
I feather the inside of your hips
coaxing, teasing.
Like a schoolgirl
you squirm and giggle;
obliged to be under my hand.
Your hair tickles my skin with delightful intent.
The feel of your silicon nipples sends shivers from my palms.
My hands on you hold firm.
Our purpose is to be one; together.
We will stay like this
forever in my mind.
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Arithmetic Mean: 2.0
Weighted score: 4.642391
Overall Rank: 12382
Posted: February 11, 2007 8:53 AM PST; Last modified: August 16, 2016 8:04 PM PDT
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