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His name is Moses. From the first time I saw him, I felt this odd rush of magnetism. I couldn’t tell if it was the way he always made eye

Poetry 6 Comments

TEENAGE POEMS: THE WET DREAM

I felt your lips Wetly falling upon mine Your searching tongue Teasing, caressing, exploring Adding more wetness to my mouth * I felt your hands Move across my body Exploring

Gallery 37 Comments

Photo: When you get it… lol

LMAO! I just can’t deal.