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The whip kissed her skin like the lover of her dreams Porcelain skin left red from the touch A lovelier beauty no one has ever seen So innocent, yet likes it so rough Cold steel around her wrist, pull her back to give her neck a kiss I will guide her, and show her the way Wither it be with my palm or with my fist
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Sep 7, 2016
Sep 7, 2016 at 4:56 AM UTC
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The whip kissed her skin like the lover of her dreams Porcelain skin left red from the touch A lovelier beauty no one has ever seen So innocent, yet likes it so rough Cold steel around her wrist, pull her back to give her neck a kiss I will guide her, and show her the way Wither it be with my palm or with my fist
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Sep 7, 2016
Sep 7, 2016 at 4:56 AM UTC
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