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Tan skin, Curly hair, Tight. Like a spring waiting to be sprung To you, She is exotic. You want to reap her benefits Without paying the parting tax. To you, God is a woman. If God was not worshipped But demanded from, If God, Was not loved, But craved in an ugly violence. For fun, You slam her thighs Against bathroom counters At Josh’s house! Josh is your best bud, And drunk Josh Likes to do things to girls. With you. Tan skin, Curly hair, Loosened. By your fingers. Are those hickeys? On her neck? No, That’s just where you grabbed her. Your beautiful, exotic girl, Give her a rag to bite on, While you make her insides squirm. In the bathroom, The smell of ***** as your Fingers pull her curls Straight. Huh, not so exotic anymore.
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Oct 2, 2018
Oct 2, 2018 at 9:04 AM UTC
What We Do With Dream Girls
Tan skin, Curly hair, Tight. Like a spring waiting to be sprung To you, She is exotic. You want to reap her benefits Without paying the parting tax. To you, God is a woman. If God was not worshipped But demanded from, If God, Was not loved, But craved in an ugly violence. For fun, You slam her thighs Against bathroom counters At Josh’s house! Josh is your best bud, And drunk Josh Likes to do things to girls. With you. Tan skin, Curly hair, Loosened. By your fingers. Are those hickeys? On her neck? No, That’s just where you grabbed her. Your beautiful, exotic girl, Give her a rag to bite on, While you make her insides squirm. In the bathroom, The smell of ***** as your Fingers pull her curls Straight. Huh, not so exotic anymore.
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Oct 2, 2018
Oct 2, 2018 at 9:04 AM UTC
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