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Dripping
By Dans Lustvagen


You're an old flame for sure, baby.

There's a part of my being that still lusts after you, gets turned on when I think about that tattoo I watched you get just above your pubic bone. There's still a part of me that thinks about you when I kiss her, when I run my hand through her hair and wish it was yours.

Lets run away together, just for an afternoon, a couple of lusty afternoons. Lets strip naked in the woods and take a few hours to really enjoy each other, to really get a handle on the curves and hard lines we know we'll never touch again.

You're an old flame, baby. When she's gone, I want you here. I want to make a wet spot on the couch with you. I want to explore you with my tongue, leave you dripping.


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Dans Lustvagen lives in another world, a world of twenty-thousand girls and milk and rectangles. To an optometrist, he's the man with the golden eyeball. Now tighten your buttocks, pour juice on your chin because I promised my girlfriend I'd take up the violin.