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- La petite mort
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All soft skin.
How can anything
be so silken?
All blushing redness.
How do our bodies know
to gorge us so sublimely?
All sweet wetness.
Where do I end
and she begin?
All aching in the loins.
Can I not savor that tension
forever?
All gushing, spurting.
Why does release
come with a whiff of death?
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Ashesh9almost 12 years agoAu Contraire ,dear Tazz !
Only on cummming does exhilaration convert to gloom ---La Petit Mort or The Little Death [post coital ennui ?]
