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I’ve been edging lately
I’m not diamond enough so I apply pressure
I’m unique without measure
Close to orgasm but not too far from simple pleasures
The fire in my loins is now a small spark put to sleep my flood
I call you my flood because you’re cool
You seemed to destroy my walls with water and rocks you brought with you from other lovers
You snuck in each little crack with sweet waters and found me behind the secret house
I have to admit I felt stimulation after my heat was dosed
You still smell like a perfume of blue bottles and Versace
An ocean that eats men
Tastes of fine restaurants in Maine
Hold sounds of the time we watched the little mermaid
Sebastian and all
You vibrate in a wave pattern every time I feel your pearls
Oh what a flooded
Sweetly flooded girl
