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Sep 2016
Dangle in lust
Your hands are touching my trust
Da'vince and Mona Lisa couldn't trace out or love
It's too big to fit in like a ****** with him.
Nakedly finding out the Coast to your waist
When it  pours then it rain.
I'm soaked in vain
We both switch lanes
I don't know if I'm winning this race
Hate to be away from you but I'm loving this pain.
If you were me would you tell your mom I just had *** with a man who was older then me?
Mr Xelle
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Mr Xelle  29/M/United States
(29/M/United States)   
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