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she's painting me
my portrait grows
she's had some trouble with my nose
a full-length nude
laid on a ramp
not easy when you're prone to cramp
she has carte blanche
her brush is free
she can do what she likes with me
today I lapsed
I got erect
she wandered closer to inspect
brushed my tackle
with sable hairs
soon we're nipping up the sta...
Thursday 9th September 2021 10:48 am
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