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Thick, shimmering dew Cold in my hands Sweet and sticky on my tongue The nectar goes down, The voice comes up Vision gets foggy Mind gets s/l/o/w before the liquid is spewed out! my tongue is quick She's a sweet lover Our dance goes round again
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Jun 6, 2016
Jun 6, 2016 at 8:48 PM UTC
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Thick, shimmering dew Cold in my hands Sweet and sticky on my tongue The nectar goes down, The voice comes up Vision gets foggy Mind gets s/l/o/w before the liquid is spewed out! my tongue is quick She's a sweet lover Our dance goes round again
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Jun 6, 2016
Jun 6, 2016 at 8:48 PM UTC
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