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There’s always a boyfriend, Soft and pillowy, Lips beyond compare. A fistful grab, For grip, Of perfect hair. Blessed, With silk for skin, Tempting and…
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There’s always a boyfriend, Soft and pillowy, Lips beyond compare. A fistful grab, For grip, Of perfect hair. Blessed, With silk for skin, Tempting and…
What if I was fucking you? Picture this situation, non dairy cream on your lips, feel your breath, lying chest to chest, whatever you were…
Over the course of one day, a thousand of thoughts, time is restless, one thousand times you get hurt, Things can be bad, things can…
Tired… sat down at last from battles for the knowledge of Manchester, Newcastle’s pigments in the air, it always will be there, past modesty and…
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