Love poem 10

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It was cold that night Poppy and heart yeti lover  Staying in their love nest To keep warm.  Poppy strokes her savage lover's face All the while kissing him up  Teasing his lips.  In the hopes that it would arouse him.  Think if Vajramrita would have his way with her Then poppy would be warm.  The yeti kisses her gently  and gets  On top of her While they kiss He gets between her legs.  He spreads the and massaging the thighs and womanhood  With his tounge and mouth  Trying not to bite her with his fangs.  She giggled Because of the emense pleasure.  After he enters her  As they embrace And kiss.   Two bodies becoming one.  Yin and yang.

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