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Slow Hands

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slow masculine hands rub my mocha skin with cocoa lotion while laying on the bed succulent lips kiss from the bottom to the top slow hands fumble the way i am held careless of my feelings that are shifted to appease your behavior you slip your finger tips in between panties to soothe me but physical isn't all that is needed hurting my pride again holding myself to keep me away from charging you punching you taking my uncanny mundane week out on you and this dynamic aggression is boiling it needs to be addressed not sub-sided into a different dimension no matter how you plead i don't want you to rock the boat tonight Written November 23rd, 2001 © on Nov 23 2001 10:54 AM PST   18 • 0 • 16

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