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  • Writer's pictureSimon Templar

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3,876 kilometer soldier march to 3 AM salty love taste I'm coming so clothes off I want your heartbeat race

I'm legs weak with your dominating erotic thought haze Owned by eyes speechless before your downward gaze

Coal river stone colored lace wrapped around your hips The power you seek is yours let me taste those stone lips

The plane is taking off 1,000 mile high club for an hour Unifying stars through dirty thrusting shameless power

Lion roar fragile subdued to her thick salty skin forest lust Life's nature circling that female master erect till death n dusk

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