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I must taste
those places ages untouched
till the
coming of central plumbing
gagged your
mouth reminds me
not to speak
with soft leather
but firm in
arced motion
meant to
smooth gathered flesh
the ottoman
a pedestal my workplace
to sculpt
not just form
but essence
infused
your body my
medium
craves
adulation bent
water smooth
stone
awaits the
first mallet blow
In its rainbow I am yours licking you real forces peace
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