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I dream of wearing the perfect red dress, skin-tight but easy to take off, the fabrics light yet hard enough for men to take their eyes away from. And did you know that I love how your name rhymes well with death? If my skin would bleed or sweat out rhymes, it might as well be to the sound of your name. My guts shall dance to your liking, watch my blood flow like the wine you've been gulping. Do as you please, but please never go easy. My body is made for the opposite. Now excuse me, while I go and search for the perfect red dress.
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May 19, 2017
May 19, 2017 at 3:33 AM UTC
Perfect Red Dress
I dream of wearing the perfect red dress, skin-tight but easy to take off, the fabrics light yet hard enough for men to take their eyes away from. And did you know that I love how your name rhymes well with death? If my skin would bleed or sweat out rhymes, it might as well be to the sound of your name. My guts shall dance to your liking, watch my blood flow like the wine you've been gulping. Do as you please, but please never go easy. My body is made for the opposite. Now excuse me, while I go and search for the perfect red dress.
ang_lakambini
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May 19, 2017
May 19, 2017 at 3:33 AM UTC
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