erotica, Poetry
Published on June 21, 2017
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Blueballs

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I could the taste the tingle

of your gentle foreskin

again the grain of this well worn muscle…

slathered with a hint of saliva

and warmed from the jizz within

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My name is Michael and during my free time I avoid having a day job. Strangely enough, this gives me the freedom to run this blog. I write just about anything that can be considered art. I also occasionally post articles that may or may not be relevant to the theme of this site. You’ve been warned.

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