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Jan 2013
I could ******* hard,
Pull your hair,
Bite you,
Smack your ***,
And ask you who what my name is...

But Id rather ******* slowly
Caress your hair
Kiss you
Rub your ***
and tell you that I love you...

So you know that I'm here to stay...I will treat you like a Queen
Silver Star
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Silver Star  Peoria, Illinois
(Peoria, Illinois)   
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