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| Untamed |
 19th May 2009 12:03
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| Exhaling deeply, as your hands slide down mmmmmmmm…… your mouth tenderly gently sucks my neck I lick my lips, as you squeeze me tightly Your hands slide down further, Reaching the cavern of the beast. I warn you, for its wild and untamed Your hands slide down further. Squeezing… Gripping… Stroking… Like I hadn’t said a thing My hands tightly grip the seat, As my heart begins to pound instead Of beat There are many names Ways to explain or label The feeling of this situation But today, Perhaps, we should redefine meaning Of the word Intoxication
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5th Jun 2009
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| Vintage Author  Join Date: Mar 2007 Posts: 32
|  Re: Untamed Loved the end. |
 
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9th Jun 2009
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| Chat Moderators  Join Date: Jul 2007 Location: Dover , De Posts: 1,388
| Re: Untamed Nice *smile*
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28th Aug 2009
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| Inspired Author  Join Date: Aug 2009 Location: Frolicking in the woods. Posts: 886
| Re: Untamed I loved the feel of this poem. I could feel my heart beat in time with your lines.
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