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Facking East Enders
Facking Eastenders
Fack.
I’ve got your back
Fack.
I’ve got you back
Fack.
Facking Earbenders
Fack.
I fink it's cack
Fack.
I fink it’s wack
Fack.
Facking Swazzant franks
Fack.
Facking leave it out
Fack.
Friday 8th February 2019 10:06 pm
Inspired by all the stuff written about E.L. James
[to the tune of Johnny Cash's "40 shades of green"]
I close my eyes as you reach
for the nipple clamps
they sting as you attach them
Have they been dipp’d in chilli?
I catch my breath and listen
as you tie me to the bed
with barb’d wire and silk rope
the blindfold sure hurts my head
But most of all I wish to kiss
a thousand times ...
Wednesday 2nd January 2013 6:03 pm
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