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Jan 20
Smooth skin.
Creamy like soft lotion apply to it.
Pretty eyes.
Come across so magical.

Hands so warm.
Ha, who really need the comfort of the sun.
And those sweet, sweet lips.
Constantly, having me dreaming about them.

He knows the tricks to pull them.
He a charmer skilled to please them.

He lives solely for them.
jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
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