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Nov 2013
Oh the running water is so hot
But I know you know that it is not
As hot as you would be with my loving next to you,
Will you let me do all the things I want to do,
All the naughty pleasures in my head?
"Don't worry," I whisper. "They don't all take place in bed..."
I think by now it's obvious where my mind goes during a hot shower after a workout.
Disaster Child
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