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Dec 2016
Where can I play
When masters fall asleep
Can I crawl inside your
Warm dark cave tonight
Right next snuggled
Between two soft rocks

I like when you play
With my hair
Rubbing it back and forth
I feel your hips behind me
Thrusting in motions rhytmic
To my own

Are we the same tonight
Or am I just a plaything
Karisa Brown
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Karisa Brown
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