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"Hunger" ~ by me ©


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Her lips I wear as skin, on days when I feel complete

Because she eats of me with sin, and grins as my love she feasts.

My hands they stretch from ass to neck, and sinew and muscle flare.

As I cup a cheek and thrust I ***k, while I yank her sexy hair.

Its now our sounds, resound and found, seen as foggy air.

Primal and feral, as a vampiric werewolf, in a battle of love we share.

Whirlwinds we spin, and when our lips touch then, neither are prepared.

And from that point on, we can do no wrong,
as we scream and howl passions without care.

"***k" is the "***k" word

Apparently a non threatening word isn't allowed the word is
p e e k.

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