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I see you Dripping wet, wanting what women want Needing And all you have to do is say the right things Arch your back Puff out your chest Make eye contact Soft touch or rough tongue And they melt like ice in the desert. But you leave them embodied in that Sand blown about and inside and out Husks But at least you get set, pet
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1d ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 9:23 PM UTC
Apparently I'm the Loser
I see you Dripping wet, wanting what women want Needing And all you have to do is say the right things Arch your back Puff out your chest Make eye contact Soft touch or rough tongue And they melt like ice in the desert. But you leave them embodied in that Sand blown about and inside and out Husks But at least you get set, pet
Zarathustra
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1d ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 9:23 PM UTC
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