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Apr 2018
jeden osiem L's* jak zapomnieć,
hit, rmf.fm...
                 Sylvester in Poznań...
perfekt...
  absolut vanilla...
gosia...
shopping in Ikea...
matrix revolutions
soundtrack...
3 nights sleeping together,
she licks my face
and doesn't speak French
tender lips foreplay
prior to oral,
prior to engagement ring
of full on *******...
shame...
helping her move abodes..
vegan flatmate,
anorexic,
    seen fatter skeletons...
star rynnek...
    the saints at shábát...
the angels at yom kippur...
gniew Boga serca płoszy..
a miłość jego...
to brak rozumu...
'zumieć...
                dunno...
it was dark and we slept
in the same bed for two nights...
and when I expected a kiss
on the lips...
     she licked my face...
less ****** genitalia
and more... imagine what I did with
my tongue, other than speak...
mały figiel i o R...
   can we introduce the trill
on the arch... to mimic rattlesnakes?
no?
           perfekt, na podwórku...
miałem osiem lat,
gdy pierdolną we mnie wiatr...

   i co? cuga! hytrem łowi
czinka, czyli rybą Zinga... u,
pod B... suma!
- jebane stokrocie.
Mateuš Conrad
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Mateuš Conrad  36/M/Essex (England)
(36/M/Essex (England))   
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