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ON MY ONE'S

Mmmh.. mood sways me, naughty thoughts manipulate me, feel the rush,the tingle, alone in this room, doin things i did when i was single, hand in pants, throbbing giving thanks, losing track, what goes up comes down, pleasure in my frown, down town, rising passion bound, in a grasp, i gasp, crash,into a wall of shuddering feeling, so healing, releasing the demon, set sail my sea men, holding breath, nothing left, but mess, now i can rest, finaly i got that off my chest,....

◄ Lad the nomad

Poverty's baby ►

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