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by dokurtybitz

Your thighs
Pull me in,
Holding me tight,
Like my hand
On your throat
And breast,
The slippery friction
Timed with my thrusts,

Mutual excitement
Evident in panting breaths
And dripping sweat,
A memory that sustains me
When I’m
Alone

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