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Aug 2016
Darling, won't you drag yourself back into my bed?
It's warm and comfy here by the fire in my head.
I know it hurts to lie, down there on the floor,
I do it all the time, and I'm ready for some more.
Come on baby, won't you meet me beneath the sheets?
Let me cover you from your head down to those freezing feet.
We can stay here for a month, then feed upon each other when it comes time for us to eat.
AK93
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AK93  24/M/United States
(24/M/United States)   
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