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Sometimes I feel like I'm just too deep for you, That's why you drown in my stew, Lick and **** The flavour in your mouth... So appatising. When you taste the richness of my core, Your appetite has become insatiable, Ranvenous. Have I now become your favourite fruit? Have I become your favourite taste? “Sit upon my face” You can't. You won't. Give up. I am your meal... Your appetite. Serve me as you please. Take a bite, I'm sweeter than I seem.
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Aug 18, 2017
Aug 18, 2017 at 10:53 AM UTC
His Meal
Sometimes I feel like I'm just too deep for you, That's why you drown in my stew, Lick and **** The flavour in your mouth... So appatising. When you taste the richness of my core, Your appetite has become insatiable, Ranvenous. Have I now become your favourite fruit? Have I become your favourite taste? “Sit upon my face” You can't. You won't. Give up. I am your meal... Your appetite. Serve me as you please. Take a bite, I'm sweeter than I seem.
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Aug 18, 2017
Aug 18, 2017 at 10:53 AM UTC
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