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His touch sent chills through my spine Like I was posessed by the devine Not a child like the rest Oh to a man my body  confess Strong hands but not a wicked grip No longer a juvenile attached to my lip No this is not some 16 year old affair Oh to a man my body I swear He'll reach me why I know not of sin and i'll let him with a grin No he's not a child like the rest Oh to a man my body I've confessed
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Mar 26, 2019
Mar 26, 2019 at 12:51 PM UTC
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His touch sent chills through my spine Like I was posessed by the devine Not a child like the rest Oh to a man my body  confess Strong hands but not a wicked grip No longer a juvenile attached to my lip No this is not some 16 year old affair Oh to a man my body I swear He'll reach me why I know not of sin and i'll let him with a grin No he's not a child like the rest Oh to a man my body I've confessed
P_Laine
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Mar 26, 2019
Mar 26, 2019 at 12:51 PM UTC
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