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I go to bed and dream... ...not holding back my sexual desire I hear, I see, I touch, I smell craving all wetting bodily appetite
screaming your name hear fireworks during fleshly admiration of you in hot passion, pure erotcism popping off
in a fury of lust handing myself over to them cravings, thirsting for love, sexual fantasies.
Of course my closed eyes see you and brainstorming eroticism and every never tried positions of lust being
fullfilled by your wishes and my growing desires as I cater to your unfilled orders of loving till stuffed with
utter admiration's hot air both are playing instruments stroking the fidle, blowing the flute far on top of Pico Orgasmo,
clad in sensualism, held with a belt of desires. Than nothing between us but our deepest most secret
cravings, the ones we don't want no-one to know. I am in bed alone and dream... "ring, ring, ring" the alarm says
rather unfriendly and I get up still horny grab my toothbrush and under the shower my desires melt confronted with reality
of nothing but another day without you.
helmut s. 98
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