Dry Run

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I'm outta ail, so speaks
the heart. True and undefy-ingly
dedicated. Traipsing along,
taking, wanting, tasting

tainting your virgin heart
to try, me on. Dry run test
to bend your conception,
corrode your mind
making my wants,

happen. For love, is you
the champion of my soul.
Who caters to my every
need. Come play these fields,
sip this brew. Tight fist

these caverns of catastrophic
prudence. Take your stand,
no ringing the bell. Kneel
worship and pray, it never
ends.

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My Erotic TrailMy Erotic Trailover 16 years ago
dry run (grinin

I have had dry runs and wet ones (grinin') your poem hit my chucklebone (~_~)

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