Complimenting a succubus, may not go as planned,
For every line you feed a ***** she will want several more.
Words are fuel for her fire, keep it burning, her desire.
More, and more, and more it takes,
To satisfy, to satiate.
Give me some ******* more,
And I'll be your little *****
May 12, 2016
May 12, 2016 at 12:25 AM UTC
Complimenting a succubus, may not go as planned,
For every line you feed a ***** she will want several more.
Words are fuel for her fire, keep it burning, her desire.
More, and more, and more it takes,
To satisfy, to satiate.
Give me some ******* more,
And I'll be your little *****
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