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     Your opened body lies on my floor
             I wipe my mouth, My tongue wants more,
 To savor the last taste of you I close my eyes
       And open my throat, extremely wide, I feel the crimson Silver drop
                        Slither down my throat,
 My heart is awake and nerves have spoke.
                I made such a mess, what am I to do,
       Of your filthy body stuck like glue.
                           I’ve drained you like a pool,
                           And there’s nothing left,
But the thought of you in my mouth made my body wet.




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