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You're so dangerous with your profane paraphernalia Your pelvis postures pandering favor The line of your stomach embossed by the fire is like a pasture for me So paranoid with your pacifistic lust As you proceed to please me with your posture so slightly And I attempt to pursue oh so politely You make me perk up like a peacock just with one peak You're aware of every petty palpitation you can feel just under my sleeve You play me like a piano, so plush with your lust politics Pandering for a pardon of my ***** talk poignancy I part you like Pluto from your orbits serene hum I'll pleasure you, pleasure you until you're purple like a plum A pastimes poetises to be written with pleasing lead You plan every move like a predator in my bed You're polarizing, plump, and pampered like a pageant doll Pilfering every plausible pause with a pose of voice, your moan Seizing the post with your post - modern pompous pouncing Prompted like Pisces to postulate your prognosis Lifting your posterior like the pun of a phaliccy Pillaging me like a pandemic, a plague Something to be paraded by paganistic plauds Your pale skin is like playwear for sins You're pinning me plastered with the play of your grin Such a pretty motion picture to paint in the prison of your promise
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May 17, 2014
May 17, 2014 at 1:41 AM UTC
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You're so dangerous with your profane paraphernalia Your pelvis postures pandering favor The line of your stomach embossed by the fire is like a pasture for me So paranoid with your pacifistic lust As you proceed to please me with your posture so slightly And I attempt to pursue oh so politely You make me perk up like a peacock just with one peak You're aware of every petty palpitation you can feel just under my sleeve You play me like a piano, so plush with your lust politics Pandering for a pardon of my ***** talk poignancy I part you like Pluto from your orbits serene hum I'll pleasure you, pleasure you until you're purple like a plum A pastimes poetises to be written with pleasing lead You plan every move like a predator in my bed You're polarizing, plump, and pampered like a pageant doll Pilfering every plausible pause with a pose of voice, your moan Seizing the post with your post - modern pompous pouncing Prompted like Pisces to postulate your prognosis Lifting your posterior like the pun of a phaliccy Pillaging me like a pandemic, a plague Something to be paraded by paganistic plauds Your pale skin is like playwear for sins You're pinning me plastered with the play of your grin Such a pretty motion picture to paint in the prison of your promise
#lust#promise#p
ZWS
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ZWS
29/M/American
May 17, 2014
May 17, 2014 at 1:41 AM UTC
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