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Front

Get on your front

Feel my fingers

Stroking

Pinching

Exploring

Spanking you

To keep you feeling

As you arch

Upwards

You burn with

Want beneath

My attention

And I tell you

All the things

I’m going to do

To you

The bear padding

Towards its prey

I fuck like 

It’s prayer

And primal scream

And the nights

Where you guided

My hand

To touch the

Ocean inside

You and call it forth

Raise yourself

To me

Tell me how it’s

Too 

Much 

But show me

That you can

Take my 

Fullest

Expression

Of 

My 

Will

Until you

Shudder and

Cry your joy into

The air

Your thoughts

Exploding like

Fireworks

In the sunrise

Of your truest

Magical

Self

A beautiful

Vessel

For the 

Feminine

Divine

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