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Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall, How I’d wish to love them all. An angel for a night to sleep, A passion for my heart to keep. Fluids drip drop down her spine, How lucky I am to call her mine, Whomever her may seem to be, Resulted from my fantasy. Its lonesome here in darkest night, I’d love to come… And take a bite, Of forbidden fruit as sweet as lore, Tasting lips and basting more. It’s hot and heavy in this bed, I’m solo here with marvel dread. Reflecting on my loveless life, I crave the scents of a luscious wife.
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Oct 7, 2023
Oct 7, 2023 at 2:35 AM UTC
Crave
Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall, How I’d wish to love them all. An angel for a night to sleep, A passion for my heart to keep. Fluids drip drop down her spine, How lucky I am to call her mine, Whomever her may seem to be, Resulted from my fantasy. Its lonesome here in darkest night, I’d love to come… And take a bite, Of forbidden fruit as sweet as lore, Tasting lips and basting more. It’s hot and heavy in this bed, I’m solo here with marvel dread. Reflecting on my loveless life, I crave the scents of a luscious wife.
Yep. About that time of the night.
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Oct 7, 2023
Oct 7, 2023 at 2:35 AM UTC
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