Beautiful contradiction
Her face smiles pretty..with friction
Hot and cold, not
just lukewarm
something soft, shape
without form
Hot dark cold light
squeeze day lick night dry
Single crowd mass
turbation
Her hand moves with
out perdition
Dry and wet, not
not wet
Helpless I'll help
less you let
dry me wet now
show soft hide hard we met now
don't you see things
with eyes closed
and still you go
where dark goes
you can taste mouth
is empty covers all yet
is scanty
see taste eyes goes
taste all open closed you
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