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My last name says it all... I LONG to have it all again. By that I mean fucking. I could bitch again and again, yet, the longing I feel is an overpowering urge. Powerful, constant, and tormenting. A sexless life is killing me. I want whoever you...
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Under Irish SkyTo lie in barley under Irish skyAs Herb Moon shone upon your naked formMy heart was captured by your Irish eyesIn peace before our passion’s gatherin’ stormThat night, my love, we quietly embracedAnd cultivated tenderness o’ touchA...
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So It SeemsUpon this Summer Solstice Eve’s hot night You danced for me in dreamscape’s June moonlight A sight exotic like I’ve never seen I rue that it was only just a dream! My mind’s eye winks with devilish...
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Wishing, just wishing...we lived closer... Wishing my tongue would be inside your mouth.Playfully lapping with yours. Wishing my fingercould dip into your pussythen I could taste you on it. Wishing my dick could stretch you open...mouth, pussy and ass. Wishing my girth could...
Brilliantly penned, Daniel. Love the flip of the script my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
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Come on now,play the strings.And be one of the elitest beings.When you travel far away,bring the music on your way. Come on now,play the guitar.And the sound may achieve and go far.Like a melody lost long ago. That played a haunting...
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Good poem for a warm & stormy early-June evening….damn I’d love a shot of Irish whisky now! But I shouldn’t. For normies, it’s best not to dwell on the what-coulda-beens, but lost love is a timeless and never-tired staple for poetry & poets!
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