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by dokurtybitz

White skin
Hard, pink points
An ache within my palms,
Pressed hard
Along your suple curves
Fingers dance
Into her brown garden,

Seek the spring inside
Rewarded with
Lusty groans
And eagar hands,
Seeking to draw
Me deep inside.

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