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Intimate Moment“Caramel Dictation”

I found literature in hir neck,
soft caramel skin stories,
that made my ecstasy scream.

Pressed my lips right there…
pressed my lips right there…
pressed my lips right there…

Hir pulsepoint stepped up to the open mic,
and in rapid staccato rising,
spit brown sugar rain all over my last match.

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