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Morning

I like it in the early hours,

when your far unspent

boy lust,

your body musts

and primitive musk

wash up slow

on to the morning shores

to rest warm,

raising a storm,

punished,

against my fuzz.

   

Image by Eromenos

Image by Eromenos

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