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Inappropriate Sanctuary

You have an impish wicked gleam
Afflicted by my wayward fingers
Cursing on the seam of where your body
Starts and ends

Crushing comfort with convenience
And hustling on with manic need
Proceeded by the weakness of my legs
Against this wreck

Tunneling deep into my shoulder blades
And latching onto vicious flaws
Clawing at the lips I deliver with
Lewd salacious haste

Lush

The earth can be lush, but then as we Brits also say, she’s well lush, like.
This was hard 😦

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