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To a Lover at Nine Months
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(c)
2004
Aire Celeste Norell
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what
will we give
birth to? i crawled up your pussy looking i know her inside and out but she keeps growing i taste her harder now she fills my mouth with longing gets into trouble she is what you can't have the hand that slaps you each time i plant my tongue bury my spit deep she bursts forth you cry like an infant in that moment i've created you surrender to me i surround you with my love |