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Apr 2012
Hanging out,
Can't help to see,
What you left hanging out,
Was it for me?
Straps unstrapped,
Exposed thong,
Bending over,
Touching me all day long.
Don't know what to do with myself,
Used to mindlessly having *** all day,
Then you come into my life,
And I want to hear what you have to say.
Don't know where we stand,
So I sit on the floor.
Waiting for the day you mount me,
As for you I leave open my door.
Yes, you can come through,
At anytime you desire.
Because I know you like control,
So come and light me on fire.
I battle it, but why shouldn't I let it win?
Wuji
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