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Wet Dreams

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Before the dawn I lie awake,
With loins astir and muscles tensing
I squeeze my thighs together
To calm the storm
Brewing between my legs, this morn.

My hand instinctively reaching down,
Presses hard against the throbbing
As I slip quietly,
From your sweet embrace

A soft kiss upon your sleeping face.
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