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Sep 2018
Give me that ****** healing,
The type that takes me to the ceiling,
The type that leaves me hot and chilling,
The type that makes me want this feeling.

Give me that ****** healing,
Early in the morning, noon or evening,
Your *** leaves me with a tingling,
It's sweeter than any spice or seasoning.

Iā€™d give you that ****** healing,
I'll make you want more when you see me
I'd **** your brains out like I mean it.
The end of this would be the beginning.
Emmanuel Coker
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Emmanuel Coker  London
(London)   
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