Mott
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« on: October 12, 2018, 04:49:21 AM » |
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She only wears it at night, Comes in shades of white The way she moves her head just slightly is a sight to behold.
The smile on her face Almost a grimace But definitely not out of place she got the grace and real real good taste.
The way she wears her smell If that was all she had You know I'd be real glad and maybe bad, bad, so bad.
She touches with soft hands. She really understands, And I know I never told her, but somehow she knows my plans.
She reaches deep inside me Where I try to hide me. And she kisses me, come finds me, and she wants to confide in me.
You know its kind of messy But we just keep it pressed, see, And we come away knowing we made it best, ee.
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