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Erotic Poetry (Enemas, Plugs, Submission)

Sore Throat Day, Atlanta Gee Ay

I couldn't take my coffee

That dawn in the Airstream,

In the shadow of Stone Mountain,

After we fucked.

My throat was red and angry

My temperature was slightly raised.

But because I had eaten

You out subtly and deep,

You filled my ass with warm coffee

And that was good enough.

The cramps came and I shivered,

But you put your fingers in

My mouth, and distracted me

Long enough

For the coffee to do its work.

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