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if i know a strength then i know a weakness (and i know it)                             come                      right  over                       here and i'll                                            tell                                     you                            what                                     it                                         i  s                                               (i'll whisper it to you)                                                     and it is you!                                            it is in your slightest body's                                            cavities that is where it is                                            the 2 immeasurable heaps                                            of your breasts(who between                                            them hold that flittering stutter                                            of your love muscle)over your                                            tummy they distend perfectly                                            roundest and nubile                                            and over what a belly                                            that patient field of softest dermis                                            (but it's not perfect(and that's why i love it)                                            )it's besmirched by some little coarse darlings                                            who meander down its sloping palisade                                            into the impolite swarm of your hips                                            those dears creep down into a sturdy                                            copse of sharply culled(by little pretty pink                                            razors when you took a shower last night)                                            filaments(and those prickle babes poke and                                            tickle my nostrils as i build into your strongest                                            smallness a leaping vociferous erosion,                                                                                                                  '                                                                                                               '                                                                                                                  ,                                                                                                            .
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Dec 16, 2011
Dec 16, 2011 at 5:15 AM UTC
if i know a strength
if i know a strength then i know a weakness (and i know it)                             come                      right  over                       here and i'll                                            tell                                     you                            what                                     it                                         i  s                                               (i'll whisper it to you)                                                     and it is you!                                            it is in your slightest body's                                            cavities that is where it is                                            the 2 immeasurable heaps                                            of your breasts(who between                                            them hold that flittering stutter                                            of your love muscle)over your                                            tummy they distend perfectly                                            roundest and nubile                                            and over what a belly                                            that patient field of softest dermis                                            (but it's not perfect(and that's why i love it)                                            )it's besmirched by some little coarse darlings                                            who meander down its sloping palisade                                            into the impolite swarm of your hips                                            those dears creep down into a sturdy                                            copse of sharply culled(by little pretty pink                                            razors when you took a shower last night)                                            filaments(and those prickle babes poke and                                            tickle my nostrils as i build into your strongest                                            smallness a leaping vociferous erosion,                                                                                                                  '                                                                                                               '                                                                                                                  ,                                                                                                            .
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Dec 16, 2011
Dec 16, 2011 at 5:15 AM UTC
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