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epic minx.

saga wet nurse.

parabled lusty bum-bum hunny.

kiss your gold bye,

a mild metal, too squishy.

marble plaques now

throb between these legs,

bred by your throat

in my bashful bedrock.

cum badonk thick like lipstick.

rest not pregnant reflection

on fortune’s hacked wings.

for in tallying these megaflops,

your intramurals cement

lickety-split.

so, instead, hoist up your chalice,

upthrust and detangle your girthy calves.

peep the odious meat,

and receive me in places of…

i’m the harvest tangle

you’re starving for.

Smegma on Sourdough

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