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Like swallows
the dreams are darting into the sky high, serene. With wings pierce into deep zeal they fly for the heart on the late sun. And the sun with a look caresses your face. I am the happy shadow of the falling leaf… The feelings murmur, spring, silver, white touches my feet fairy clean. |
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like to swallow. mmmmm you perv bonk
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give head dont be shy.
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I am not shy!
I am just shocked, how you all can think only about sex when there is noting in this poem and is everything in your head just about it?.. Poetry forum.. Yeah! Good luck! |
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well said the sultry one xxx
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