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Sep 2011
Way down south

past the *******;

through the short curly hairs,


secure under her hood,
lives the nun.
And when she's coaxed

just the right way
you moan and dance.
- From Songs for my Lovers
Written by
stratton wayne stclair  64/M/Roanoke, Va
(64/M/Roanoke, Va)   
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