I, When Just A Little, Watermellon
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James McLain
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You trace my vine upon you......ripe..
grasping fullness in hefty weight....
bursting seeds desire release..swollow..me.
to plant...labored full red meat...gushes
running from your mouth.....
tongue tip licking lip..pink.....
returning again and again..always ready..never gone
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