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Strip of fabric folded Darkening the day So that you not see Desire radiating *** cherry red Soft hands clapping Flushing the cheeks And then you smile I want to be your teeth So that your tongue Is constantly touching Feeling and licking Black cat arched back Fingers arachnid running Descending and deliberate I want to be your teeth
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Jun 2, 2021
Jun 2, 2021 at 4:18 PM UTC
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Strip of fabric folded Darkening the day So that you not see Desire radiating *** cherry red Soft hands clapping Flushing the cheeks And then you smile I want to be your teeth So that your tongue Is constantly touching Feeling and licking Black cat arched back Fingers arachnid running Descending and deliberate I want to be your teeth
Johnnyqu33r
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Jun 2, 2021
Jun 2, 2021 at 4:18 PM UTC
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