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Jun 2012
***
That word makes me nervous...
but tell me more....
You know I had a dream about that once
and I woke up all wet...
sweat drenced My floor...
But that was just a dream...
And my friends and I made a bet...
About Using golden Horses
And I lost...
Cuz to me they were just a dream...
Vibrations were just heard through voice..
Cuz I'm not ready to give what it cost...
I keep my parts private...
Locked in a box of chasity..
Not ever to be a charity
but golden shiny platter..
That will be held with respect...

***:
male
Age:
23
height:
5'11
Hair:
Black
status:
******....
that word makes me nervous....
for my wife.....
cuz what if she knows...
what she likes...
But I lost the Bet...
And only had dreams, waking up
Wet...
Written by
Quentin Briscoe
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