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The Woody Villain...

...seeing purse dressed, flowery-folds,

knows the pleasure, -heaven holds.

 

Standing proud, -cocksure his breast,

exhausted her, laugh-ter, -nothing left.

 

Weakly submissive, exhilarated now pressed,

emboldened by she, guardedly bereft...

 

No strawberry, cakes, honey, grape,

you know what's coming;

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Written by
david-john-mowers
43 / M
Published
Aug 27, 2017
Lines·Words
8·38
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#torture#thewoodyvillain#rhyme#meter#pornographic#hugadarn
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