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Darling Do you mind if my hands clutch your curvaceous margins? Baby Do you care if I get a slight taste of your gravy? Honey Would you allow me to put a little work into your comb? The deeper; the more you moan I have a thing for your eyes I'm attracted to your smile I have a crush on your thighs I like your hair I'm attached to your laugh I love when you are bare Inside of your parenthesis says (ooh) (ahhh) (uh huh) and (grunts) The subtitles of us making love The rehearsal (foreplay) and role play Kissing from bottom to top Positioning from prop to prop As I come down stage I forgot my lines So I improvise Lick it from behind This is graphic but I wouldn't label it **** Because this is to adore Our character's chemistry is Action packed Comedy Dramatic Romantic Musical, for whoever in the other room Touching, for whoever witness our groove Inspiring, to the audience as we continue to perform while being tired As we call for the last scene Soon as you pass out The buckling of my knees The stage grow silent The house applaud We bow The curtains fall Everyone leaves Then we work on the deleted scenes
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Oct 8, 2013
Oct 8, 2013 at 11:08 PM UTC
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Darling Do you mind if my hands clutch your curvaceous margins? Baby Do you care if I get a slight taste of your gravy? Honey Would you allow me to put a little work into your comb? The deeper; the more you moan I have a thing for your eyes I'm attracted to your smile I have a crush on your thighs I like your hair I'm attached to your laugh I love when you are bare Inside of your parenthesis says (ooh) (ahhh) (uh huh) and (grunts) The subtitles of us making love The rehearsal (foreplay) and role play Kissing from bottom to top Positioning from prop to prop As I come down stage I forgot my lines So I improvise Lick it from behind This is graphic but I wouldn't label it **** Because this is to adore Our character's chemistry is Action packed Comedy Dramatic Romantic Musical, for whoever in the other room Touching, for whoever witness our groove Inspiring, to the audience as we continue to perform while being tired As we call for the last scene Soon as you pass out The buckling of my knees The stage grow silent The house applaud We bow The curtains fall Everyone leaves Then we work on the deleted scenes
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DamareMcElmore
Ghanaian
Oct 8, 2013
Oct 8, 2013 at 11:08 PM UTC
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