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he was on my mind like a
buck
fucking my thoughts
up with the slow stroking
delivery of his words
each syllable struck up
the incendiary matter of
my imagination with tinder images
of limbs braided into a love knot
of taut skin burned by hot sin
he stoked the embers of my fantasy
with the impaling member
of his vivid illustration
coaxing my creative juices
To flow over the fingers
of his lingering sentences
his keystrokes incited an ejaculation of emotion
that left me bereft of all
but a quivering cleft from where his lyrics
had licked my mind dry
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