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The lady is an hourglass A real endearing shape her eyes have got me grounded her gaze I can't escape. The lady is an hourglass voluptous and curvy and to be fair, her longing stare is making me feel pervy. The lady is an hourglass and not just skin and bone she makes me want to dim the lights and disconnect the phone. The lady is an hourglass she looks like she'd be fun as she smiles at the discomfort that she seems to cause my mum. The lady is an hourglass into her I'd  gladly fall if she wasn't made of paper and taped to my bedroom wall.
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Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 2:07 PM UTC
Young love.
The lady is an hourglass A real endearing shape her eyes have got me grounded her gaze I can't escape. The lady is an hourglass voluptous and curvy and to be fair, her longing stare is making me feel pervy. The lady is an hourglass and not just skin and bone she makes me want to dim the lights and disconnect the phone. The lady is an hourglass she looks like she'd be fun as she smiles at the discomfort that she seems to cause my mum. The lady is an hourglass into her I'd  gladly fall if she wasn't made of paper and taped to my bedroom wall.
Visited my nephew today, I was impressed by his choice of wall art, my sister isn't! :-)
ryan-jakes
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Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 2:07 PM UTC
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