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Though green his not to *** without love The feeling of cheers still as hot After the brawl a trademark left - his evil laughed Princesses are quite shy at first But how could they neglect his touch of dearness How could they've known that they're catching a pretending caress He love to hear the sound of those dames while they're tickled Those are music to his ear He love to behold the beauty of those ladies while they're naked Those are art in his eyes Alas! Thy virginity was taken away Thy pureness was broken like a glass To the air thy clamor burst The adjective left to thy mouth was a cursed A cursed for him, the BIG BIG WOLF.... Written: July 27, 2001 @ 3:20 pm nom de plum: Mysterious Aries
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Sep 21, 2015
Sep 21, 2015 at 9:29 AM UTC
Big Wolf
Though green his not to *** without love The feeling of cheers still as hot After the brawl a trademark left - his evil laughed Princesses are quite shy at first But how could they neglect his touch of dearness How could they've known that they're catching a pretending caress He love to hear the sound of those dames while they're tickled Those are music to his ear He love to behold the beauty of those ladies while they're naked Those are art in his eyes Alas! Thy virginity was taken away Thy pureness was broken like a glass To the air thy clamor burst The adjective left to thy mouth was a cursed A cursed for him, the BIG BIG WOLF.... Written: July 27, 2001 @ 3:20 pm nom de plum: Mysterious Aries
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Sep 21, 2015 at 9:29 AM UTC
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