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In the name of love
Things are so agonizingly different. Is it because we don’t have the luxury of time together or have we forcibly changed……..or has the passage of time changed us? Our summer of bliss has come to an end.
Emotions are here and there, intense, numb, angry ……I cannot believe our nights of endless lovemaking have turned into desperate fucking, how you held my mouth to your cunt, until my jaw was aching and I could feel my own saliva mixed with your spend, I thought that I was going to suffocate……you fucked relentlessly. You came again and again, there I was serving you sexual needs , you ego, your fucking clit.
All in the name of love.
R. Rowe
June 2000.
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