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Jan 2015
Put on a robe.
Your ****** don't need to be seen around the globe.
Just because I sparkle & glow,
don't make me a skanky ***.
Morals awaken, sin is forsaken.
It ain't love we will be making.
Nobody gets married anymore.
Most men just find a convient *****.
People with low standards, settle for less.
They may take a gander.
But they usually make a mess.
I'm not in the mood for anymore food.
© Harmony Sapphire . All rights reserved
Harmony Sapphire
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Harmony Sapphire  42/F/San Diego, California
(42/F/San Diego, California)   
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