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The see-through pink camisole that I gracefully wore Now lies disgracefully upon the ground, Ralph Lauren on the floor. Find my way between his knees And teach what I have learned. I could teach him many things But I'd rather just receive what I have earned. This secret must be hard to keep? The whole house now knows his name. And when this ***** get too deep The whole house can hear my pain. Nails dug deep into his back; Deep enough to break the skin. Lips inching towards his body; Teeth sinking in. Wham, Bam, Thank You Ma'am. ****** gotta fly. Send him back to his white girl- First, Give me a kiss goodbye.
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Dec 28, 2012
Dec 28, 2012 at 9:30 PM UTC
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The see-through pink camisole that I gracefully wore Now lies disgracefully upon the ground, Ralph Lauren on the floor. Find my way between his knees And teach what I have learned. I could teach him many things But I'd rather just receive what I have earned. This secret must be hard to keep? The whole house now knows his name. And when this ***** get too deep The whole house can hear my pain. Nails dug deep into his back; Deep enough to break the skin. Lips inching towards his body; Teeth sinking in. Wham, Bam, Thank You Ma'am. ****** gotta fly. Send him back to his white girl- First, Give me a kiss goodbye.
Poem Notebook, College Edition 2010.
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rissa-ann
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Dec 28, 2012
Dec 28, 2012 at 9:30 PM UTC
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