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Aflame
Jul 28, 2008 22:53
There's a hunger,
I can't define.
Bit by bit
it eats me up.
Oh be still, wandering heart
Your thirst is a desert
water can't quench.
Fan it, embrace it, hold it too close to your breast and it'll consume you.
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skie80
July 28 2008, 16:02:14 UTC
There's a Sex,
I can't define.
Inch by Inch
it fills me up.
Oh be still, wandering arse
Your Thirst for pleasure is a desert
Semen can't quench.
Grab it, Stroke it, hold it too close to your chest and it'll spit warm nectar on you.
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I can't define.
Inch by Inch
it fills me up.
Oh be still, wandering arse
Your Thirst for pleasure is a desert
Semen can't quench.
Grab it, Stroke it, hold it too close to your chest and it'll spit warm nectar on you.
Reply
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