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Feb 2014
Her
Her

Her eyes so tranquil,
having her I'm thankful.
Her skin so soft,
Her Apple me Microsoft.
Her smile so big,
never do I need a wig.
Her fingers magic touch,
automatic no need to clutch.
Her naked tongue drops,
we use plenty of props.
He juice squirts plenty,
so tired and empty.
Her kisses wanting more,
how I love my little *****.
Her price very low,
she really can blow.
Her body is unmatched,
too late I'm attached.
Her is never leaving,
never meant to be deceiving.
Her cuffed to my bed,
staying til we're dead.
Her prostitution days over,
more powerful than Super Grover.
Her body I abuse,
never would I bruise.
Her ***** so tight,
never puts up a fight.
Her screams go unheard,
vision becoming blurred.
Her begs to be free,
but I lost the key.
Her tears made me cry,
asked myself why.
Her promises not to tell,
so I said what the hell.
Her off she went,
kidnapping wasn't my intent.
Her knocking at door,
begging for some more.
Her became my wife,
we now have a great life.
Allen Wilbert
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Allen Wilbert  florida
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