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Wet Dream

Rolling over, held your breasts

firm and moist, swelling alive;

never been so turned on before

and couldn’t contain myself

each wave of each orgasm,

didn’t think twice about celibacy

By 67paintings

A dialectical site of poetry, painting and the odd musical excursion into the unknown.

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