'gainst i hern pretty

.
                  did yourn bard
                        tell ya 
                   share with ya
              thuh warm mine felt
                 exspecially when 
                      her mitts
                       likewise
                 grip'n thick digits
                 stroll'd mine pecs
                 lock'n just bellow
                   mine short rib
                       no tickle
                      just warm
                         okay
                         tickle
                      yet warm

                  did yourn bard 
                        tell ya
                  hers scream'd
                lock'n tight mine
                when all uv mine
                       holler'd
                        yesss
                       holler'd 
                    "i love you"
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