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Jan 2014
Oh my where does the time go?
It's after midnight,
The clothes are strung
On the kitchen floor.
You're tasty as a cake,
A recipe I long to taste...
I want to drink you sober,
Want you to feel you move,
Want you to be my lover....
Oh no make no mistake,
For I am just a cat
Dressed up as a hungry snake
A delicate reprieve,
Something to serve my every need...
LS
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LS  24/F/Alaska
(24/F/Alaska)   
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   William and Elizabeth Squires
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