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Woolgathering
Date: 5/10/2016, Categories: Erotic Poems, Author: adagio_sabadicus
It wasn't the buzz of bees or whispers of trees in the daydreams or tealeaves I read or pollen of Queen's Anne's Lace It was the silence that took my breath away as I felt your hands cross over soft clover and blow sweet prose upon my chest Gentle kisses upon my flesh as I sighed scribing poetically my fessing words the breeze of needs lusting my appetite As your eyes of ice gaze upon my member it sobbing tears of semen ooze and your weaving fingers tightening the web Counting to ten in clouds of my woolgathering teeny itsy slider of lips on my penis tip it wasn't the buzz of bees or whispers of trees
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