I went back to that spot
On the beach
Where we rolled around kissing in the sand,
And I followed you into that little cave.
Remember?
Where we first touched each other -
Your hand up my skirt,
My hand around your cock,
I liked how thick it was.
My come dripped onto your bare foot,
Remember?
And yours went all over my arm,
Warm, thick ropes.
I stood in that same sand,
That once tasted our come.
Today it tasted my tears.
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