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Our Ecstacy
Her tongue dances around finger tips
as his eyes pierce through the ceiling.
This ecstasy feels so righteous,
they can't escape the feeling.
Pulling in and pushing out,
his breath is constantly fleeting.
She gently removes all the things
that she innocently kept from revealing.
That soft, ivory and tasteful skin
the full moon kept her from concealing.
Reflections; none but shadows cast
they passionately enjoy the evening.
Sweat drips from his tensed brow
as he is so close to completing
what was started hours ago
the pleasure is so very pleasing.
She pulls him in and holds him tight
while he slowly calms his breathing.
They stare deep into the other's eyes;
too bad she was only dreaming.
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This world is full of fake titties and real assholes.
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