after tonight ...... this is a poem, read @ will

messin around , a lot of playnow it seems that I'm sore all dayYa , you've got me sore from rubbing hard,going for the extra yardand not keeping track ,not looking back...............but I like it.Do it again.please do it againyou've got me as happy as a masochistI like it.I like it.do it again.generate close , hold-me energywhile your fingers are sneaking up the half of mewispering, wicked tounge doing wicked things to flaunt .like telling me any thing you want,where there is communication, holes in fences , over stimulated extra senses.I'll still clutch you< I'll hold you even more this time,grasp you in my hands.and my shaking, twitching. thighsoverzealous, love sick, crazy for you crys .bleeding into dreams , mending our kinetic ties.and all is well and I like it.Do it again.please do it againyou've got me as happy as a masochistI like it.I like it.do it again...........and after tonight .............I might just go outsideand walk, whilst I think of you, the soarnesshints of all those crazy things that we do,in secretwhen, we've got all daywe've got all day.for messing around and a lot of play,
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