Three
My Hand
My hand will travel
On every frosty morning
To grip and stroke you
Adore Me
Say you adore me
Before you trace and dampen
Needy, hungry folds
Untouched
Pushing and squeezing
Into her untouched entrance
To stretch this tightness
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