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With Jungle eyes and cougar hide, you sit at the bar in idle conversation. Your age doesn't fit your face but on your tummy, just above your waist, wrinkled nebulae and the half moon scar show your whole universe. And you show me the ethereal ways of love and *** I thought there was more to it, but that naive notion falls flaccid, as you grab your dress, pull it over your head and leave.
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May 24, 2010
May 24, 2010 at 10:05 PM UTC
Jungle Cat
With Jungle eyes and cougar hide, you sit at the bar in idle conversation. Your age doesn't fit your face but on your tummy, just above your waist, wrinkled nebulae and the half moon scar show your whole universe. And you show me the ethereal ways of love and *** I thought there was more to it, but that naive notion falls flaccid, as you grab your dress, pull it over your head and leave.
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May 24, 2010 at 10:05 PM UTC
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