I slipped behind you
on all fours,
bypassed your chantilly lace
squirming,
I traced your lovely form
and me,
the naked summer worm,
fell smitten.
Mar 4, 2014
Mar 4, 2014 at 9:56 PM UTC
I slipped behind you
on all fours,
bypassed your chantilly lace
squirming,
I traced your lovely form
and me,
the naked summer worm,
fell smitten.
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