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Answer
by Yoni-Lingam

I feel high,
High,
So high,
That look you gave me,
The sweet, dripping, pulse of my cunt,
The aching of my hardening nipples,
Tell me my answer is forming.

Mouth is dry
Dry,
So dry,
My throat constricting,
Rhythmic breath laboring,
All thoughts focused and frozen,
Silent words falling from my eyes.

See the words,
Words,
Eye-words,
Telling you I'll part my dampened thighs,
Race to undo your belt and fly,
As hot surf breaks within,
Crashing, knocking me to the ground.

I feel hot,
Hot,
So hot,
My face is glowing pink,
I stammer and stutter like a girl,
And accept the dropped purse you've retrieved,
As I accept your offer of a drink.

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