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Jul 2017
Momma
I saw you in the room
**** like mushrooms
you did it my way
legs right all the way up
to a lady garden I've never been
girl my mushroom
responded
rubbing against my leg.

But
it's  me
I just
responded
I kiss you all night
we dance
had fun
I took you home
you asked to have ***.

In passion, you told me
your **** are not real
then I found I could not lean on you
just in case you **** bust
do not want that down to me
so women think first
before you plant it
in each breast.
Unreal bumps
with love from P@ul.
Paul Hardwick
Written by
Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
(64/M/England)   
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