In the darkness of the room,
the bride waits the groom
meeting each other soon
touching there body in gloom,
creates a lot of mess
a sweet feeling of caress
gently rubbing the hands in the chest
moaning in every thrust
lost within a blast
is this pure lust? ? ?
i guess its not
more on a nightmare of disgust...
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