you're maybe atoms)but)oh how nicely they are
supplely arranged in a neat package of *******
thighs hips divinely springing with soreness
hurting to be sick with lips
A
Disease you
like an incriminate of life want to ******
your pert body on my love sword
A
Blade
you like to put in your mouth unlike (sharper
than) a razor upon which teeters my senses
febrile bulging festering with you
A
sickly with needing for pain girl
(if you want i'll hurt you like
how you like to be hurt
)
A
Sort of almost
pain which if
you do it right
feels so much
better
Apr 3, 2012
Apr 3, 2012 at 5:43 PM UTC
you're maybe atoms)but)oh how nicely they are
supplely arranged in a neat package of *******
thighs hips divinely springing with soreness
hurting to be sick with lips
A
Disease you
like an incriminate of life want to ******
your pert body on my love sword
A
Blade
you like to put in your mouth unlike (sharper
than) a razor upon which teeters my senses
febrile bulging festering with you
A
sickly with needing for pain girl
(if you want i'll hurt you like
how you like to be hurt
)
A
Sort of almost
pain which if
you do it right
feels so much
better
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