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pop me in your mouth, and tie me like a cherry stem. i am your ****** the thoughts in your mind that are on your tongue, but you have to bite downhard, because. (because) smear my eyeliner so i am soiled, outside. rip my clothes (these ones, not those), so i am pillaged, forever. toss me, grip me, you can unleash those naughty fantasies, i am the therapist that will lick your wounds (with salt & lime, and coconut pie) find my breaking point, if you can. lay me to waste when you’re through, and i’ll be your ***** cat, purring machine. until your ready to pounce again.
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Sep 9, 2013
Sep 9, 2013 at 8:57 PM UTC
snap, crackle, pop.
pop me in your mouth, and tie me like a cherry stem. i am your ****** the thoughts in your mind that are on your tongue, but you have to bite downhard, because. (because) smear my eyeliner so i am soiled, outside. rip my clothes (these ones, not those), so i am pillaged, forever. toss me, grip me, you can unleash those naughty fantasies, i am the therapist that will lick your wounds (with salt & lime, and coconut pie) find my breaking point, if you can. lay me to waste when you’re through, and i’ll be your ***** cat, purring machine. until your ready to pounce again.
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Sep 9, 2013
Sep 9, 2013 at 8:57 PM UTC
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