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Two o'clock in the morning and again I can't sleep my IPod's playin' the internet's callin' I wanna indulge, I wanna just weep when you can play out your fantasies of sordid lust and rough *** through a video player on your phone, all on your own or get the real thing with a text midnight conversations of the perverse kind desperate ***** hookers whispering in your ear, Tommy Gunn licks Rosie's behind as she burns your libido with that naughty sumptuous leer as a teenager it was fun, apparently normal but you know it's become a problem when you're calling lights-out at twelve but falling asleep at two-thirty AM once you had to pay, now it's free, festering in the crevices of the Web swollen, bloated and growing from its dank hiding place it begins to ebb a drug manufactured from the vilest sins of the mind prefabricated drool, a vice blackened and cruel forbidden but not exactly hard to find --- now here I lie my flesh blistered and rubbed raw fat tears run down my face but not knowin' what it is I'm crying for.
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Jul 12, 2015
Jul 12, 2015 at 8:45 AM UTC
Midnight Conversations Of The Perverse Kind
Two o'clock in the morning and again I can't sleep my IPod's playin' the internet's callin' I wanna indulge, I wanna just weep when you can play out your fantasies of sordid lust and rough *** through a video player on your phone, all on your own or get the real thing with a text midnight conversations of the perverse kind desperate ***** hookers whispering in your ear, Tommy Gunn licks Rosie's behind as she burns your libido with that naughty sumptuous leer as a teenager it was fun, apparently normal but you know it's become a problem when you're calling lights-out at twelve but falling asleep at two-thirty AM once you had to pay, now it's free, festering in the crevices of the Web swollen, bloated and growing from its dank hiding place it begins to ebb a drug manufactured from the vilest sins of the mind prefabricated drool, a vice blackened and cruel forbidden but not exactly hard to find --- now here I lie my flesh blistered and rubbed raw fat tears run down my face but not knowin' what it is I'm crying for.
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Jul 12, 2015
Jul 12, 2015 at 8:45 AM UTC
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