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        there's someone
        who grabbed my *****
        in the middle of the night.

        i was all covered by my sheet
        with just me and a friend,
        and i know he wouldn't.

        i checked him out
        and he was dead sleep
        with snores occupying the room.

        a moment passed by,
        someone grabbed my *****,
        and felt the coldness of its hand.

        i trembled and slip out a moan,
        a minute voice came out—
        i was getting wet and loud.

        it stroked my shaft up and down,
        i was still covered
        and cannot move.

        pleasure flowed in my veins,
        a picture of my ex
        depicted in my brain.

        she, who died
        in the middle of the night,
        still the *** partner i always have.

        every night,
        i always ***
        in her cold hand.