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In fathoms Between my flannel sheets, There's no better place To sleep; But then I turn my blanket on, Level Two Is snug and warm. Envelope-like we interlope, Entwine and grind, And grasp and ***** Giving me rising hope, This tug's gonna stay afloat. Up now. Rise. Up periscope! Dive. Dive! Beneath waves and swirls, Beneath flannel caps To chests of pearls, Now deeper, Where life unfurls. Our raging flannel Seas Grow calm; And in the quiet, After the storm, We lie on Our bedded sea, My first mate sighs: *I have to ***
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Nov 26, 2014
Nov 26, 2014 at 12:51 PM UTC
I Have To ***
In fathoms Between my flannel sheets, There's no better place To sleep; But then I turn my blanket on, Level Two Is snug and warm. Envelope-like we interlope, Entwine and grind, And grasp and ***** Giving me rising hope, This tug's gonna stay afloat. Up now. Rise. Up periscope! Dive. Dive! Beneath waves and swirls, Beneath flannel caps To chests of pearls, Now deeper, Where life unfurls. Our raging flannel Seas Grow calm; And in the quiet, After the storm, We lie on Our bedded sea, My first mate sighs: *I have to ***
A semen's tail.
francie-lynch
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Nov 26, 2014
Nov 26, 2014 at 12:51 PM UTC
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