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Jan 2016
Open me up,
Spread my lips apart,
Stretch me wider from below,
So you may venture deeper into the unknown,
Deeper than you have ever gone before,
That's all you really want to do,
My mind is of no concern,
But my body appeases you,
You care not for who I am,
Or the value of what I am worth,
All you want to do is throw me in the dirt,
Rough housing,
Sweat cascading slowing down our sides,
Connecting further down below,
Reaching far past our thighs,
Switching positions,
Twisting and turning,
In various ways,
Changing paces as we continue our ***** ways,
Somehow you must have mistaken me as your *****,
Instructing me to stay,
Invading my space,
Forever in my face,
Think me *******?
Why else would you suddenly go mute,
Surprise written on your face,
By the clear rejection I have displayed,
As soon as I refuse your advances,
You take a step back,
Thought me to be easy?
Honey I know better than that.
Written by
Harley Quinzel  London
(London)   
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