TWENTY SEVEN

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to my own;
no one taught me how to decipher contentment.
just as no one told me it wasn't absurd to love my own.
this is hard,
allow my honesty compensate
and,
my ability to go straight to the point should do same.
that being said,
i visualized this piece as an ode to my own.
because anytime i close my eyes,
i still feel her hot breath and i recall my,
happy sighs.
she's in between my thighs,
please don't feign surprise.
it just simply implies,
that i will no longer disguise.
in this ode to my own,
i will ignore your "whys"
do not call me "unwise"
for i never questioned your "highs".
this is the ode to my own.
i love her, my own
and with her, i learnt contentment.

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A/N: Hey guyss, it's been ages!
Super sorry about that.
Hope y'all are enjoying your little holiday as much as I want to.
Don't get tired of voting ;D
Thank you!

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