Wet Dream
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Crimson Love
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Fallen past the realities of a dream,
I fall into the bosom of a sultry goddess,
One whom's sexed aroma arouses more than thoughts,
Crimson fingers tangle in the hair of love,
Eyes lie there visions upon the canvas of your skin,
These pleasures shared are godly enough to be deemed mortal,
Your heated breath touches my lips,
Suddenly awakened in a cold sweat, Drenched in your passions,
Soaked to the bone with the thought of such divine sex.
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