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Mi amor, sugar rests on your lips

When your legs spread, honey trickles down for me to taste.

The air around you becomes sweeter with ever gasp that’s thrusted out of you.

I in twine myself into you, slowly making a place for me and only me.

Afraid that I’ll lose you, I make sure you stay longer than the morning.

 
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