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don't wake me up

this body is yours to do with what you please

and if you find your hand is creeping;

to separate the knees

in heated pursuit of

that soft skin belonging to her inner thigh

well, what she don't know won't make her cry

and if it was your touch that brought back life

don't let her even question a fate otherwise

for certainly she would rather die

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candide-bailey
American
Published
Jan 19, 2013
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