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He Touches me, and makes me scream, I always beg for more. We can do it on our bed, Or on the kitchen floor. My polished nails dig in his back, We stare with lustful eyes. Locked away in an unlit room, As hours pass us by. Moans and groans are only proof That we are having fun He won't let me leave the room, Till the job is done....
Added 14 Aug 2008 | Category Love Poems
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