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[aid] => mick
[title] => Taste Test
[time] => 2014-12-08 12:59:54
[hometext] => Mmm. Let me get back to that muse...
[bodytext] => It's obvious.
How you feel,
No big reveal,
Nor ominous.
At times, impracticable,
Growing fidgety with lust
Taste your nakedness, I must-
Render inoperable,
Collide, once more
Ride, slide, in stride,
King of my pride-
Toppled, on floor
Bodies feast promiscuous.
Indulging our wickedness,
The impact makes me cry out,
Your name, repeated, I shout-
From top of lungs,
Orgasm sprung,
You were devoured.
I'm empowered-
Something so fine,
Stitches, in time,
United rhyme,
Of yours and mine.
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[informant] => hauntedscorp
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[ihome] => 0
[alanguage] => english
[acomm] => 0
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