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I am whole, when he strokes me tenderly,
my creative energy is sustained,
for hours, it never ends,
because his touch is designed to last,

forever, when I sigh and lie back on my side,
I see him there, sweetly unkempt.
And I want to roll over, and have him again,
while the music plays,

I will be there one hour from now,
with his hand between my legs,
feeling my liquid wet,
like strumming strings with expertise.

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