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Moving Close
As we lay,
Intimately play,
I graze his thoughts,
with my finger tips,
feeling his movements,
hearing his loud whispers,
I sway,
closer with my hips,
we journey,
into this unfamiliar land of bliss,
further in a tunnel of lust,
I succumb to the temptation,
giving into the penetration,
and upon this growing foundation,
he has cum.
Written by Kizze' Harris
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