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Aching
by Tina Hagen
After several seasons
I can still smell your touch
Feel your look
See your sound
hear your taste.
My body aches for your surreptitiously surprising
entry
Black petals drip with dew at your sight
I throb with pregnant thoughts of you inside me
Your artful thrust is welcomed from every window
My mouth yearns for the hard the soft of it
I am insatiable because of you, ravenous to your being.
This mind of mine gets found in the genius of
your manhood
You have penetrated my soul to its core
I am made weak by your power
Otherwise rendered strong steadfast
I am forever changed.
When are you coming home?
Or should I ask...
Will Spring come again?
I am diseased with anticipation
There is but one known remedy
Your elixir exploding ecstatically
Residue being savored with tongue and tail.
Have you found him?
Cum unabashedly.
I can't stop.
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