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The Stranger, you came to me in my deep contact

the mist of my mind that stings so sweet, the thought of your penis

your skin so soft, with the stroke of your flesh, your skin the color of

sweet peaches, your skin of desire, The sound of the quick flicks,

Your moans, and your way of pleasure, your axes, you pleasent smell

it turns the upmost upserd thoughts and melt them to a endless hole

I can see your dreams,your sweet desires, you thoughts

Your way of kindness, you upmost respect, your trinity

The taste of your sperm, so sweet and salty, like kettle korn

The curse you put on me, the endless lust for you, the unraveld heart

Your face that scares me, the dept of my mind that can not close.

Your sweet moan, that burns my thoughts, like the sound of my first

thoughts...

For acceptence,to be your sexaul tool, in times of pleasure, in times

of need...

My sweet saliva, on your penis, glazing it with hot thoughts and

pain....the love of you hair, what sweet hair, of brown and gray

Like salt and peper