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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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