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"MY DUTCHESS OF LONDON "
my duchess
Her violent screams of pleasure
rose to a crescendo
filling my mind
I wanted her to tiptoe in my heart
but she trod with heavy boots
flailing
desperate
passion
We leave the day behind
our journey through the world
She bites hard, and watches my face Gurgling
Murmuring
Laughing
she curls in repose, now content. |
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