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Aug 2018
I want you to watch as I surrender to myself. A preview of what it’s like to romp on my playground. And once I’ve washed upon my own shore I’ll turn right around and start crawling toward yours.
Slinking while sinking my teeth on my lip Savoring the ways I’ll nibble your tips
Fumbletongue
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Fumbletongue  49/F
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