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Dirty Wings
In my hands...
My hand, warm, as it claims you,
Feeling you,
Squeezing you,
Pumping you.
Your hips thrust forward,
Needing the desire.
Mind, lost in lurid thought.
You ruthlessly feed the burning fire.
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Even angels are naughty sometimes
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Brandy
My thoughts become words on these pages. Read with caution, because sometimes my thoughts are very naughty...
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On my knees
But
Not in prayer
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