Write Our Own Haiku, One Line At A Time

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Tongue on skin, tracing
That pleasure mound 'twixt flesh folds
And dipping within
 
Edit: too late. Fuck!
Better get faster fingers :D
That is what she said.....

my quota of clichés may be running low
 
The fire burns bright...
As bright as a sun god's smile
Beaming forth sunshine.

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The fire burns bright...
Blazing Saddles cans of beans
Beware! Flatulence!


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