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It Is You I Sate

First we masturbate, then we copulate, I adore the way your clitoris taste, and those sensual sexual expressions you make with your face, what a way 2 interpretate that I’m doing great, it is you I sate, I love to masticate your inner space, slow it down or pick up the pace, I licked your soul ands spelled your name in letters of lowercase, then you capitalize mines when you reciprocate, your tongue loves the way my penis taste -n-pulsates, I grab the back of your head when I penetrate, our emotion proliferate, it is me you sate, you moan-n-shake, 4 words you’re unable 2 pronunciate, our bed turns into a secreted lake when we copulate.

My sperms chase your ovaries

Then they conversate, then they

Marinate, then we propagate

A neonate, I love when we

Copulate

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