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cotton slit'n drool
.
oh
i were close
you must have
felt mine
think
did
your pretty
hip's limb
tingle
i felt each
yourn
goose'z bumps
whilst mine
kenetic's dukes
stroll'd your
length
i chuckled spy'n your face
it's crimson bright
each mine
yup
felt
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James Peranteau
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