Memories of long lost bliss
Nice when people tell you this even if it is out of gratitude raTHER THAN lOVE.
Night it is dark n I can smell thy fingers from here. All the stiff Roots taking hold deep rich in thy grip. Slide n spit I feel thy easy glide.
They like to gang bang and hold hands while squirting their spend on
my tummy.
And they Tango thee like never before and I feel thee drip at the wonder shown a little girl whose
daddy never came in Texas. She learned bout boys the hard way. She likes to be mean. Same got done unto her she do unto me. Just like them Jews. Cept maybe there is a chance some a the olde love still
swim about the back pond swimming hole. I would have a glad on for weeks. I wanna know all thy fantasy all of them and I wanna treasure them with Y,ou. I so just do. bUT i DID TURN MY BACK ON YOU SO rOYAQLLY DESERVE THIS.
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