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The hickie icky...

JaMie wants me to move on with life

and wants me to do it

without any fight

She has expressed her intentions

for permanent scars

and showed me her body where

he'd ****** a little to hard.

Her pleasure in watching

the collapse of my chest

left her looking for more bruises

poised to take my last breath.

But wait there was more that she

needed to share.

It was time to hear how little I knew

and stupid each night while waiting for you.

Dry heaving sounds from a confused reaction

A lump inside from her satisfaction

I think Im done though she said more

it ends in with ***** all over the floor.

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chad-roberts
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Published
Mar 17, 2010
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