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Sep 2022
A biscuit crumb
Was stuck to my ***
And sticking into my skin
A biscuit crumb
Was stuck to my ***
Also to my lips, above my chin

The ones on my lips
I licked away clear
All swallowed down with Earl Grey tea
The crumbs on my ***
Were sore, not yum
Not going to mention
The ones on my knee!

by Jemia
Written by
Jemia de Blondeville  63/Transgender Female/hastings
(63/Transgender Female/hastings)   
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