Dior ballad
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1 min readFeb 24, 2019
Enslaved by his weight.
Caressing
his eager fingers.
Pretending
her mouth plays the wet warm role.
He pulls her mane away.
Whisperer,
smart verbs flowing.
Demanding,
kissing her blind obedience.
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Never thought that I´d end up like this, I who loved the quarks