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'Til Next Time, Lover.


The morning comes and you're already on my mind. From the moment I wake up, 'til i got o sleep at night. You're so far, yet so close. I want to meet you, but im tremulous. At the thought of you near me... ...under me... ...in me... Sometimes i wonder how it'll be. You and me. Maybe tonight or tomorrow we'll have fun and borrow eachother's bodies. I know you from the internet And thats all I've experienced with you. You being sweet and careless. You're so fearless! Sitting there withy your naked self, telling me things we'd do during sex. Your eyes are amazing. Your smile, so astonishing. I want to bite your neck and suck your head 'til you bed me to stop and I get ontop of your marvelling body. We become a little sweaty. The pain of you in me turns me on So bad that I'm screaming, "Ryan! Ryan!" and as we orgasm together we fall closer one last kiss one last touch 'Til next time, lover That was fun.
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