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Jun 2014
In the bedroom,
We fooling a-round; no bored games.
******* her from behind, she getting chest pains.
love is pain; and you, are,
loving my pain.
so I’m glad you came;
all over me like a spatula.
Working on our cardiovascular.
going harder; doing it even faster.
Best part of my game.
Telling me ‘YES” and I ain’t asking her,
But she calling my name.
She coming again; I’m trying to outlast her.
I pulled her hair, to hold her back;
and she came - screaming GO FASTER!!!
Scratching my back, pain for pain,
Coming together, tantalizing
Fantasizing. I've realized
we've arrived-n, she’s just realizing
So satisfied: the vibes, mesmerizing
I can see it in her eyes-n; it's getting deep.
Forget what they said about size,
she's surprised; what matters most, is: what’s on the insides!
Styles
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Styles  NYC
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