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I was a bad child. You held out a switch. I had my hand in the honeypot, And I was stuck. But I liked it. You kissed me and I saw red, You teased me and I responded. Your hands traced every curve--my mountainous terrain. My body was uncharted But you quickly Mapped It Out.
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Oct 23, 2017
Oct 23, 2017 at 8:39 PM UTC
Fictitious Confessions #1
I was a bad child. You held out a switch. I had my hand in the honeypot, And I was stuck. But I liked it. You kissed me and I saw red, You teased me and I responded. Your hands traced every curve--my mountainous terrain. My body was uncharted But you quickly Mapped It Out.
Elysiacraft
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Oct 23, 2017
Oct 23, 2017 at 8:39 PM UTC
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