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Impossible

  • Writer: Simon Templar
    Simon Templar
  • Aug 19, 2019
  • 1 min read

Updated: Aug 19, 2019



The cusp of those razor finger tips Throbbing before her rhythm red lips


Alone isolated tasteful busy civilization Her love pain and lonely realization


My biceps holding you before tomorrow Throbbing innocent erection domino


Beautify inspiring temporal weakness That smile left alone pain ceaseless


Hot erotic gradual tempting freedom My love eroding in a cryptic Mausoleum

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