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By razorlicious

Topics: Poetry Source: AllPoetry Original source

The taste of tender flesh upon my swollen tongue     feed the Craving The scent of sweet musk stings my flaring nostrils     feed the Craving The sound of innocent tears creeping down her cheeks     feed the Craving The sight of pink irritation surrounding the mounds     feed the Craving The touch of a weakening grip around my thick wrist     feed the CravingNymphomania poem. Written January 7th, 2002 © on Jan 12 2002 03:13 PM PST   0 • 16

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