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Erotic Poetry
2005-10-06

Hence my name, call my cry, take me to the moon.The pain is fine, the pleasure is great, take me with I will be cumming soon.Chant those words, the plagued one words, that get me wet and twisted.Lick me soft and kiss me slowy, make sure you can handle this.

Call my cry and make me scream, as the ecstasy prevails.The concretes cold, make me love you, scars in the ground from my nails.I love the strife, make me cry, the pleasure I give to you and yours.The cum I let go, it gives me relief, makes me feel as if even I can soar.Anywhere may fit this night, in the bed or in the tub.I love those words that call my cry, hence the name my love.

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